Imagine how Mary must have felt. How she weeped. They had taken him. They had murdered him. They had placed him in a tomb with a stone to lock him inside. Imagine how she must have felt when an angel told her, “He is not here; he has risen, just as he said. Come and… Continue reading Sunday came…
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