have you been startled by stone step inscription touching your feet, almost pleading attention
-the sun, a pure white 37° , it feels like 47; and it hits me in the place where humans store our spirit: am stepping in Era that halved history : BC/AD!
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Light falls in slabs of Words. Everyone is quiet, not just us, but other visitors. Tiny breath of air breathes through window. Something, Everything is above natural, this place is filled with footprints of centuries. I feel the apostle Thomas, coming up here, over looking an entire city Chennai, here he prayed alone,
could he have guessed he’d provoke folks to make the spot of his murder a shrine? Did he know we’d all visit, batches of us, shedding footwear in thresholds by the door,
shedding our noise, to listen in a reverence that defies logic. This man was/is officially a true memorial of Yeshua, the unbelievable One Who outlived His Own murder, to tell his Story.
Thomas, close associate and official Doubter of Jesus of Nazareth;
the account of nails, spear, cross, all only Served more Love. Advantage, Jesus.
Thank you dear Thomas, Bearer of Great News, the Best. Am so sorry it hurt you this way, but this happened: one man, an Indian hill, a tale of true love, a true Server of the Cross.Reminds me of serving skills I must work on.
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