ColumnsDon OkoloOpinionAn Essay: I Saw It All, Firsthand: Death and Resurrection
“Even as I am writing this, I am still crying.” _________________________ It was more than two thousand years ago, and if I remembered, John was the only male still hanging around after He was crucified and left badly bloodied and hanging on a Crossbeam of two dried pieces of wood. His Mother, Mary, was there, sobbing incessantly. My eyes had dried out. I could only stare vacantly. That was the sacred of all moments in...