Yet again at around 3 p.m. tomorrow, for the 1,993rd year in a row, the Starved Man will make His plea. He’ll feel the same collapse of his lungs, and the familiar panic will rise. He will suffocate soon. Time is running short on the salvation of mankind. So with His consciousness fading, He begins to twist and reposition His body—that has already been writhing on the Cross like an eel…
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