Color Of Easter

R RoseAnn V. Shawiak
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Easter, the glorious season, beautiful to behold, purples, pinks, whites of decoration, easing our minds into depths of sorrow, praying and crying, in the garden of Gethesme. Touching upon the many sins of man, not dwelling long on them, choosing instead, death, so that all would be forgiven by God. What a total sacrifice for such unworthy people as we are, glory and forgiveness are the most important prerequisites of His death. As we live on, carrying the memories from one generation to another through His most precious blood, spilled for the sake of man's sins. Crucified for our sake, loving everyone totally without reserve like we should all strive to be in our lives as we live from day to day. Instead of using force and violence we need to pray for the peace God gave us on Easter Day, as He rose from the dead, saving all of mankind from the brink of hell.

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