As dawn emerges from its quiet sleep, my mind is assailed with the questions of the times. Truth bears the scars, where tears proved inadequate to save. And hope awakens with me, in the infinite possibilities of the sacrifice laid down for all, even me.
How dare the dawn bring forth such justification when it simultaneously illuminates the suffering, violence, evil and discord of the day. But it does. It’s rays land on the landscape where the Savior hung, accused and abused, not without cause, but without sin.
And in the shadow of the cross, ingrained in our hearts, a love unheard of and untainted by the world remains.
The chosen are those who choose to hope and receive the inconceivable and undeserved. In that light the dawn continues to shine, even as the sun sets.
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