There it was, once again, the most awe-inspiring sight any flawed human-being can ever gaze upon! I can no longer enumerate the countless times I have journeyed upon this path, and each time I do, my face is always covered in shameless regrets and enduring sorrow. As I stare upon this towering emblem of FORGIVENESS and LOVE, my chest-tightened, heaving a flow of cascading sobs that drenched my face. I stood before it, hanging my head in a stance of defeat, with shoulders slumped carrying a load of sin that is too heavy bear. How many times have I crawled to this HILL FAR AWAY where an OLD RUGGED CROSS STOOD? A place where, “all of the weary and heavy laden can find rest.” (Matt. 11:28) I stood before it, asking GOD just how much he can love someone like me, whose life is riddled in sin.
Then he showed me