Death's Lifetime Commentary
Soul Snack 118/14 . . . My image is darkness and my presence is fear. This is what I want; it is always true of me.
Soul Snack 118/14 . . . My image is darkness and my presence is fear. This is what I want; it is always true of me.
Soul Snack 75/14 . . . A frosty Friday dawned upon God's Son; it would prove again that betrayal will suppress justice.
Soul Snack 74/14 . . . Easter is still beaten-up by a world that rejects Jesus. The energy expelled today is equal to the Jews yesterday who bellowed .
Soul Snack 73/14 . . . Three crosses on one hill equals Easter. Easter is the time of life reckoning.
Soul Snack 72/14 . . . Easter leaves death behind. Death will remain forever dissatisfied. Death's headstone is chiseled . . . "I WIN" ~ Jesus.
Soul Snack 69/14 . . . Drenched under the tear laden eyes of heaven, Jesus forgave the malevolently ignorant.
Soul Snack 68/14 . . . A midnight painted Calvary on that first Easter afternoon saw righteousness fenced by robbers. Jesus' life was being stolen.
Soul Snack 67/14 . . . With head-bowed the young man shuffled onto the stage.
Soul Snack 175/10 . . . The Death of God I envisage a judgmental, seated circle of white togas, dusty and sandalled feet, under balding grey heads.