My three words
Surely he took up our pain and bore our suffering, yet we considered him punished by God, stricken by him, and afflicted. But he was pierced for our transgressions, he was crushed for our inequities; the punishment that brought us peace was him, and by his wounds we are healed. Isaiah 53: 4-5 It was a Tuesday morning that started out like no other, routine for me, up at 5 am. I venture out half a mile into my run, into the dark abyss of the world still asleep. The cool air was on my back this Hawaiian winter morning. I was now just getting warmed up and my stride became light. I was feeling hopeful, electronic playlist blasting in my ears, feeling fantastic, thinking, ’Maybe I can run that half marathon after all’. Then suddenly, I see a light flashing out in the horizon, coming from one of the windows of the high rise ocean side resorts in the distance. It looked peculiar, I thought as it stood out so muc...