Sabbath Sunday: When I See a Cave

Every time I see a cave, I think of the empty tomb. I think about Jesus. What were His first thoughts as He looked and saw the linens? The angels as they received that assignment and positioned themselves? The guards, when the cave started to shake? Mary, when she realized the tomb was empty? The questions consume me as much as the curiosity of a cave. What about you? If…

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Sabbath Sunday: When I See a Cave

Every time I see a cave, I think of the empty tomb. I think about Jesus. What were His first thoughts as He looked and saw the linens? The angels as they received that assignment and positioned themselves? The guards, when the cave started to shake? Mary, when she realized the tomb was empty? The questions consume me as much as the curiosity of a cave. What about you? If…

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Sabbath Sunday: When I See a Cave

Every time I see a cave, I think of the empty tomb. I think about Jesus. What were His first thoughts as He looked and saw the linens? The angels as they received that assignment and positioned themselves? The guards, when the cave started to shake? Mary, when she realized the tomb was empty? The questions consume me as much as the curiosity of a cave. What about you? If…

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Sabbath Sunday: When I See a Cave

Every time I see a cave, I think of the empty tomb. I think about Jesus. What were His first thoughts as He looked and saw the linens? The angels as they received that assignment and positioned themselves? The guards, when the cave started to shake? Mary, when she realized the tomb was empty? The questions consume me as much as the curiosity of a cave. What about you? If…

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