I spit on Jesus before, just like those who hated and crucified Him more than 2,000 years ago. I didn’t understand who He was and the fact that He came to earth to die for the sins of humanity. Today I, like millions of others around the world, celebrate Jesus Christ’s journey to the cross on Calvary. I celebrate Him today, not just because He was willing to die but that He showed His power over death by being resurrected after three days in the grave. This is the savior, my savior, that I celebrate after rejecting for so many years. Listen to the following poem that tells of my journey.
Power to the People
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