In the stinging cold of winter, he’s nailed to this cross, his bare skin white as ashes. How terribly cold he must be with no coverings against the plain’s biting winds and new fallen snow. Our Lord’s true agony was far worse than this mere cold — 100 million times greater. Taking on all hell to save our souls for nothing less than love and something as little as our wavering faith.
(Photo taken at Hope Cemetery, Ottawa Kansas)