It's here. It's still dark outside, but it's here. This is the time I imagine it happening. The disciples still in bed, the women perhaps just now stirring in the dark, waking themselves, feeling again the weight of grief that greets each day after the loved one is gone. They gather up the spices, their …
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JEFF BERRYMAN 