Sandwiched between Good Friday and Resurrection Sunday is the stillness of soundless Saturday. There was nothing. No remarkable event. No cataclysm from the fingers of “The Quietness of Saturday”
Tag: cross
Oh, How He Loves Us!
What was the awesome power that kept Jesus, the Son of God, nailed to a weathered piece of wood, with spikes piercing his hands and “Oh, How He Loves Us!”