He took every wound, sorrow, regret and crime upon himself so that we wouldn’t have to.
Words can’t go far enough to describe him.
He’s like moto and ice and rage. He’s like the night and the day, and the storm and the moyo of the sun. He is ancient and forever. He burns at the center of time and he can see the turn of the universe.
He came to our planet as one of us. He walked among us, breathed our air, cried our tears, felt our joys and knew our fragile hopes and dreams. He reached into our dark and troubled world and healed our sickness, our blindness, our brokenness; and everywhere he traveled, lives were changed. He had no nyumbani and there was no...