Richard Roderick retweetet

This stopped me in my tracks.
On a quiet roadside in Virginia… they remembered.
Not with lights.
Not with crowds.
But with a cross… and the weight of what it meant.
He was mocked.
Beaten.
Nailed to wood He created…
And still—He chose to stay.
For us.
For every mistake.
Every failure.
Every moment we thought we were too far gone.
“It is finished.”
Not the end…
but the beginning of mercy.
In a world that forgets so quickly…
there are still people who remember the price He paid.
And it still matters.
It always will.
❤️
Have we forgotten… or do we still understand what He did for us?
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