I knelt down and touched some stones today. . .
One was down in a hole, one was covered in oil, and one was big and cold
One was under the spot Jesus was crucified
One was beneath Jesus’ when they prepared his body for burial
One was the place where they laid his broken body in his borrowed tomb
Whether you believe in Jesus or not,
Whether you believe the stories about Jesus in the New Testament or not,
Whether these were the actual places these events happened or not,
It is simply impossible to come to Jerusalem and NOT see, hear, touch and smell the Power of the Place.
I am not a religious man, but today. . .
Today I was.
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