It's Christmas Eve and I'm in a Catholic Church. Everyone has received the Eucharist and we're supposed to be kneeling and praying but my eyes are fixed on the cross above the altar. The one that has Jesus' body strapped to it. The one with a gash in His side and blood dripping off His forehead stemming from a crown of sharp thorns.
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Annika Phillips19 year old girl following Jesus. Trying to spend my life doing the most significant thing I'm capable of: loving others and spreading the gospel. Archives
March 2016
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