THE TOMB TOURIST

It shouldn't be hard to navigate a tomb, especially if it's yours. Hmmm . . .
It shouldn't be hard to navigate a tomb, especially if it's yours. Hmmm . . .
Jesus is dead, so proud men now make more foolish decisions. They went and made the tomb secure by putting a seal on the stone and posting the guard.
A war-torn back, a pure heart and no protection. This was Jesus' chosen lot. The only innocent person to ever draw breath hung pinned to a tree.
Fear arrived at noon. The crucifixion flicked earth's light switch off. ". . . for the sun stopped shining.
Gethsemane holds no pillows, nor any couches. Jesus knelt in Gethsemane. He was already at war. As Jesus conquered evil it crushed His troubled heart.
Before Jesus met the nails, He faced the military. Jesus' window to His crucifixion was as merciless as the hammer.
An already heaving Messiah wept in Gethsemane. It was just one night before Jesus' crucifixion. What is you were in Gethsemane too, hidden but watching.
Pontius Pilate was in a purple pickle. Presented with both lies and the Lord - he could recognize the truth.
Jesus was upright, a man of righteousness. Jesus' crown of thorns was ample visible testimony to the truth that pain attempted to rule Him.
As Jesus gasped His final pained breath on the Cross, the Father tore the temple's dividing curtain downwards.