I know this is a LONG and pretty dry book for most, but it does have some interesting thoughts in it!
The depression I struggled with throughout my adult life, and really fallen into since my children were born, began to abate. I felt like this was what I had been missing, this was the help my heart was searching for.
It haunted me that I had no alibi for that day. But why would I? I’m a stay-at-home Mom!
If Jesus was the Son of God and people believed it, why didn’t they write any of these activities and words down while it happened? Why did no one report on it until at least 60 years after His death and resurrection? That’s the question around this house lately. And here’s what I have...