Some people call him a harlot’s son; one of his grandmothers was a prostitute. Others say he wasn’t really completely Jewish; the Moabite tainted his bloodline.
Who was this man that respected man’s will to choose; that reached out to the brokenhearted and healed the sick?
What could have possessed him to be mocked, scorned, tortured and then hung on a cross? Could it have been love?
Today, over 2000 years later, some people celebrate his resurrection.
I am one of those people.
Shouts of praise came out of the mouths of the women that found his tomb empty, and I, too, shout with praise, JESUS IS RISEN!
Happy Easter Everyone,