I have taken for granted the other part of Christ's sacrifice...the overcoming of death. Yes, I've always known it, but I suppose it hadn't mattered so much to me before.
This Christmas, my eyes wept with gratitude for the baby born in a manger that made this:
into nothing more than a stepping stone to eternity.
There is a huge giant sculpture of an old woman walking through a veil and emerging into Christ's arms as a young woman. My mother loved the sculpture. My father planned on getting her a crystal replica for Christmas Instead, my sister gave it to my dad for his Christmas.
I believe in Christ. I am grateful for His sacrifice that allows every one to live again. I'll see you again, Mom. Not as soon as I would like, but I will see you again.
O, death, where is thy sting? O, grave, where is thy victory?
1 Corinthians 15:55