Easter weekend is a precious time, remembering how our Lord suffered and died for us.
Remembering his death matters as He was without sin. But we are not.
Put yourself there with the others. Read this post from three years ago.
https://amylinnea.com/2018/03/31/last-day/
This weekend, may we be reminded how very much Jesus loves us. Enough to die in our place.
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