Recently a friend shared this sentiment as relating to the last vacation he will go on with his Dad, beset with Alzheimers. This often painful irony comes to mind again this morning as I enter Lent, and as I think of Christ’s last days here on earth. I believe Christ told us that he knew his time was coming, but I’m not sure he knew which day would be his last – our first. Our Easter.
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