Saturday night. Jesus is in the tomb. The stone is NOT rolled away. The heaviness. The sorrow. Oh what He suffered for me.
But look, there is more than a sealed tomb. In the background, the cross.
From the cross a river, a river of blood, the heart of God, flowing through time and eternity to encompass me.
Out of history, past the stone cold tomb and into my present circumstance and surrounding me.
I am covered with the blood. I am covered with His blood. I am crucified with Christ.
Galatians 2:20 I have been crucified with Christ and I no longer live, but Christ lives in me.
The life I live in the body,
I live by faith in the Son of God,
who loved me and gave himself for me.
Saturday night the understanding of the price Christ paid, willingly, is heavy.
The blood transcends time and space and I am covered. Completely covered.
Nothing is left NOT under the blood.
Thank you, Jesus, for dieing for me.
This painting is now in China!!!
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