Posts from November 11, 2017

Somebody Died for You By Oswald J. Smith It was night. Another day had gone, and all was still. But what matter…it was always night in the cold, clammy dungeon where Barabbas lay. The sun now and then did manage to penetrate the inky blackness that ever reigned beneath the surface of the ground, but even then it could not be called light; it was only less dark. Yet there was a difference for this murderer, who awaited the execution…