Peace and Light

The hour has come. For millennia nature has groaned under its heavy burden. The whole of the created order has limped for far too long.

Glimpses of hope for three years caused wonder. The weeping found solace, the dead brought life, the hungry given bread, the homeless laid down.

From the city of the king came a hope of something greater: an invitation incarnate.

For his works he was despised. For his words he was mocked. For his silence he was beaten.

A crown of twisted shame bore into his brow. Nails of brutality pierced his flesh. Upon a cursed tree hung the morning star of heaven.

"May these wounds bind theirs!" was his cry.

"It has all been done!" was his last.

Light ripped through darkness as a veil from top to bottom... Earth cracked as a bone re-set...Death turned upon its head...All that the broken might be healed.

Dear brothers and sisters, all the beloved of God, here is your hope.