It was a day like any other day but not! This was a day that would transform humanity, go down in history, a day that would stir the very core of human conscienceness for centuries to come. This day, Rabbouni was crucified. The crown of thorns on his head, the piercings at his hands, feet and side all screamed out it is finished as blood no longer flowed through the piercings but water instead.
I yearned to draw closer to the site to pick up the blood mixed soil that formed there to hold it to my bosom even as the earth gulped each drop but I dared not. I watched in wonderment as my eyes opened to this revelation, my gut wrenching from within. My eyes went from my Savior on the cross to the blood on the ground and as my eyes opened so did the ground where I knelt in amazement watching. I saw my Savior’s body formed from the pool of blood and began walking through a formed path beneath the earth. He came across those died past and his blood rendered justice where it was due, rectified the wrong they endured through his blood. He searched every corner beneath the earth and left no stone unturned, no earth corner unveiled. There was a loud rumbling of the caves as a result. Rabbouni found those that were long lost and saved their pitiful souls like only He could and did. It was out of this world the experience but you just had to be there! Just then it felt like someone pushed my spirit back into my body still kneeling there in disarray as I watched mesmerized at the spot where my Master’s blood pool laid. I was startled and looked around to find that the crowd was gone and I was knelt there alone at Golgotha at the feet of the cross where they just started taking down my Savior’s body to lay it to rest inside the tomb that belonged to Joseph of Arimathea.
I was there, but not!
08-03-2021
MBM-Tine Brice
Martine Brice 