It was late fall...
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It was late fall and the gardening work had to be finished up. Plants were pulled, compost tilled into the ground, and pruning done. The roses were trimmed, and my job was to cut them up and dispose of them. I began cutting them into even smaller sections and stacking them for the compost pile. Roses are one of my favorite flowers, but the problem with roses is that they have thorns! Even with gloves on the thorns stuck me and I said, "Ouch" several times.
I couldn't help but think of the agony and pain that Jesus endured on Good Friday. Beaten beyond recognition, humiliated by the soldiers, abandoned by his disciples, and then to have long thorns pushed down deep into his scalp only added agony to his day. Each time a thorn poked my finger I thanked God for the sacrifice and punishment that Jesus endured for me on that Good Friday.
I couldn't help but think of the agony and pain that Jesus endured on Good Friday. Beaten beyond recognition, humiliated by the soldiers, abandoned by his disciples, and then to have long thorns pushed down deep into his scalp only added agony to his day. Each time a thorn poked my finger I thanked God for the sacrifice and punishment that Jesus endured for me on that Good Friday.

