April 19, 2009...3:33 pm

Stirring Behind the Stone

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The view outside the sealed grave was bleak. Those close to him felt the sting of death, the sadness–and now the tomb meant finality. But behind the stone silence became noise, coldness became warmth, darkness became light, mourning became joy and death became life.

 When things don’t look well, don’t give up, there might be some stirring behind the stone.

 

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