He looked around the hill and foresaw a scene. Three figures hung on three crossess. Arms spread. Head fallen forward. They moaned with the wind.

Men clad in soldiers' garb sat on the ground near the trio.

Men clad in religious stood off to one side... arrogant, cocky.

Women clad in sorrow huddled at the foot of the hill... Faces tear streaked.

All heavens stood to fight. All nature rose to rescue. All eternity poised to protect. But the creator gave no command.

"It must be done...," he said and withdrew.

The angel spoke again. "It would be less painful..."

The Creator interrupted softly. "But it wouldn't be love."



- In The Eye Of The Storm
- Max Lucado