“And they put on Him a purple robe….
.. then twisted together a crown of thorns and set it on him.” Mark 15:17
“He was oppressed and afflicted…
…yet he did not open his mouth; he was led like a lamb to the slaughter, and as a sheep before her shearers is silent, so he did not open his mouth.”Isaiah 53:7
“He is not here. His has Risen!
Remember how He spoke to you when He was still in Galilee, saying, ‘The Son of Man must be delivered into the hands of sinful men, and be crucified, and the third day rise again.'” Luke 24:6-8
Pondering Things and Taking Pictures 
Reblogged this on Pondering Things and Taking Pictures and commented:
As I sit here reflecting on what Christmas means to me, at this point and time I must interject, I see it as reminder of the time where hope was born into the world. Since Mom passing, Mom was born on December 25, 1936, it is pressing upon my being more than usual this year. So in Celebration of the season to come, and Mom’s journey here forth, I am re-posting a post I wrote earlier this year.
Peace, The Jagged Man
Really beautiful photo and poem, thank you for sharing
I must apologize for not responding sooner but I have not been actively writing much since my Dad’s death in December of 13′. I did however find the need to share this on my photo blog Daffodil Hill Photography. Thanks for the comment and your patience on what must be be a record for the “longest reply to a comment” ever. Peace~ John
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