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 Picture it, a church service with just the scripture of those last moments of Jesus.
Singing filling all the crevices of that church as we sang to God and to our aching souls of the beauty of his sacrifice. Candles being extinguished to let the darkness surround us with the truth of what had been.
Coming out of the church the world was dark as midnight in the country air and yet it was filled with the sound of thousands of frogs singing. Loud ones, soft ones, deep toned ones and high pitched ones. It was breathtaking and all we could do was stand there in the dark and listen as those frogs praised God on that Maundy Thursday night. In that night air those frogs were singing to him and blessing us with a reminder that he is with us always and everywhere.
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