Three Wooden Crosses...

Today, we built and erected three wooden crosses on a hill at the camp. During the past year, we have constructed much on this property, but nothing more meaningful than these three crosses.

It took four of us to carry the center cross and 2 of us to carry the smaller crosses. As we carried them, my builders and I were talking about how agonizing it must have been for Christ. His back had already been ripped to shreds. His head was bleeding and throbbing from the thorns. He had to listen to the crowds hurling their insults and spitting at Him as he struggled down the road to Golgotha. Yet He carried the cross, TO REDEEM ME!

TO GOD BE THE GLORY, GREAT THINGS HE HAS DONE.
SO LOVED HE THE WORLD THAT HE GAVE US HIS SON!