The week that changes my life
I don't really know where to start, to be honest. Because it's been amazing, yet, frustrating. It the week when I can see clearly the cross. The cross, where Jesus was crucified. I see it in the people, I see it through my reflection. Because everyday, I nailed that nail into His hands, and I put the crown of thorns in His head again, and again. I see it through people's life, I see it in people's eyes, I see it in my own life. I know that it was my sins that He took. I was just one of them. Sinners. The wretch one. I am no difference than the killer, the people in the street and the homeless. I am just one of them. I am nothing more than any of them, I try to find Jesus, but when I finally found Him, I failed Him. I am a failure. I can never ever be perfect. That's why He came. And rescue me. He know that I can't be with Him without grace. This week, I had an opportunity to get to the people, the worse people and the wretch. The homeless, the drugs addict, the ...