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Story of Cross to someone who knows not God.
And there, in the tranquil green meadow, stood a simple vertical beam of wood with another beam going horizontally across the first about three quarters the way up. The attached wooden beams seemed out of place as they were rough and full of splinters and yet my eyes were transfixed on them. I knew in my heart that they represented something so much more than I could possibly realize. Even as I stood there, I felt a great wave of emotion course through my body. It was a mixture of the most intense agony and joy that I could ever imagine. I tightly closed my eyes at the sheer power of the emotions and as I opened them again, I saw the briefest outline of a man in white with his arms outstretched before the two wooden beams. I blinked in surprise and the image was gone, but I noticed something at the foot of the vertical beam of wood that I had never noticed before. There, surrounding the base, were about a dozen of the most brilliant flowers I have ever seen. Their petals were the deepest hue of crimson red. The only color that I have seen that could possibly match it, is the color of blood. My eyes were transfixed on them as a subtle breeze began to blow in my direction. Contained in the breeze was the fragrance of the flowers; a fragrance that smelled so sweet and refreshing that I involuntary breathed in as deep as I could taking in as much of the fragrance as possible. It filled me to the brim and the peace I felt seemed to last an eternity.
I have witnessed something too great for words to describe.
And there, in the tranquil green meadow, stood a simple vertical beam of wood with another beam going horizontally across the first about three quarters the way up. The attached wooden beams seemed out of place as they were rough and full of splinters and yet my eyes were transfixed on them. I knew in my heart that they represented something so much more than I could possibly realize. Even as I stood there, I felt a great wave of emotion course through my body. It was a mixture of the most intense agony and joy that I could ever imagine. I tightly closed my eyes at the sheer power of the emotions and as I opened them again, I saw the briefest outline of a man in white with his arms outstretched before the two wooden beams. I blinked in surprise and the image was gone, but I noticed something at the foot of the vertical beam of wood that I had never noticed before. There, surrounding the base, were about a dozen of the most brilliant flowers I have ever seen. Their petals were the deepest hue of crimson red. The only color that I have seen that could possibly match it, is the color of blood. My eyes were transfixed on them as a subtle breeze began to blow in my direction. Contained in the breeze was the fragrance of the flowers; a fragrance that smelled so sweet and refreshing that I involuntary breathed in as deep as I could taking in as much of the fragrance as possible. It filled me to the brim and the peace I felt seemed to last an eternity.
I have witnessed something too great for words to describe.