Transcendence Digital Stories

It will not be in Vain How could a righteous God say that? That the sin committed by us, from us can still be forgiven, even Used by a God of Justice. How can that be? Why must it be? That, when those who bear the weight of our sin; our ignorance and even our inaction, suffer most, while we can receive this gift of Salvation, finding deliverance. How is that fair? To them. To you Jesus? Especially, you Jesus. For you deal with the sinner; The All in All— All the weight we dra

two bowed to three praised fall crown to womb to right to left to kiss oil on wood on gold. Holy God, man and child whisper to silk scraps slipped, flicked. O, Theotokos, pray Holy Mighty, to glory-eyed seraphim, Eye of God, of Saint of Man chant: “Holy Immortal,” closed in prayer clothed in gold in oil in wood. “ have mercy on us!”

“Jesus told her, ‘Do not cling to me,’” I read with much distress. Why You wanted Mary gone from You, I didn’t have a guess. “I’ve not ascended to my Father,” You continued on, “But go tell them where I’m going: To our Father and our God.” With that I stopped, looked up at You In sorrowful dismay. All she wanted was to hold You… So why send her away? She attended to Your Cross, While Your friends served You betrayal. So why subject this flower To a heartbreak beyond fat