What if…there was no cross?
The sun beated down on us like a relentless torturer. I took a big swig of water hoping my internal temperature would get the hint and start cooling. It didn’t. My sister and I tried to keep up with the rest of our tour, but it was hard. The narrow streets of Old...
What if…Jesus never walked down that steep road?
I stood at the top of Palm Sunday Road. My heart pounded in my chest. Was I really about to walk down the very same road Jesus took thousands of years ago? I wanted to pinch myself. I clapped like a school girl. “This is so exciting,” I said to my sister Sue. “But our...







