Running errands today in the big city of Nashville.
On the way home, I passed by one of the older wooden-framed churches, just up the street from where we live.
I glanced over, and there on the front lawn was this live display, young men, re-enacting in part, the suffering of Jesus Christ, and the two criminals on either side.
A poignant display, I was overcome with emotions and wept, and pulled over to the nearest spot, to pray.
I can't remember a time when I was so deeply moved.
Atonement was made for our sins.