Easter Week.

So this is it. The week where Jesus went through hell and back to save us.

He was brought the donkey and rode in to fulfill prophecy.
He cleaned his Father's house of money changers.
He went to the Temple in Bethany and taught about the 10 Virgins,Widow's Mite, the greatest commandment.

His Apostle went and betrayed him. One from his closet inner circle.

He instituted Sacrament so that we "may always remember" Him.

He went and prayed for his disciples and the went to the Garden.

He prayed. He sweat blood and he agonized. Angels were sent to administer to him in his grief a sorrow. He withstood. At any time he could have stopped,

he didn't.

"O my Father, if it be possible, let this cup pass from me: nevertheless, not as I will, but as thou will."

He stood over them as the slept and there came Judas.

He healed the ear.

He was taken through the chain of authority, whipped, beaten, scourged and placing a "crown" of thorns on His head...

walk to his death.

Carrying his own cross.

He was spiked to the cross and left to hang there, between two others.

He was mocked .

"Father, forgive them; for they know not what they do."

He hung there, able to stop it at any moment, but didn't...

I thirst."

"It is finished."

"Father, into thy hands I commend my spirit."
He had did it.



Then on Sunday Morning there outside the tomb was an Angel.

Mary came to the tomb and it was empty.

She sobbing, was comforted.

He called her by name. And she recognized him.

It was her Jesus . Our Redeemer.

Alive.