The tear-washed road to the cross is a necessary journey for all seekers of grace. Each step brings clearer understanding of the depths of God's redemptive passion for his people. Come and mourn awhile and reflect on the cost of redemption.
Yes, come and mourn awhile. But mourn not as one without hope. For over the crest of that lonely windswept hill is a garden where stones dance and tombs sing, a place where tears become streams of living water. There in the light of a never-ending sunrise stands a new yet ancient tree, a tree that, once heavy with death and despair, now springs forth with a bounty of joy and praise. All that hunger and thirst may gather in the garden and rest beneath the arms of this everlasting tree. Look, weary pilgrim. See, the harvest is waiting. By faith reach up and take. Eat and be forever changed. Joseph Martin