I spent some time with a new friend. He told me an amazing story. He did not grow up in a home that loved the Lord. In fact, it was hostile. But he always had some kind of attraction to Jesus, to spiritual things.
He told me something that blew me away. When he was six his grandmother died. He took the crucifix off of her casket. That made me stop. I took the crucifix off my great-grandfather's casket when he died when I was 10. I wonder about how God speaks to children!
He said that he took the body off the cross and put play-doh in the nail holes. "He had suffered enough," he thought as a child.
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