I’ve been reading Ted Dekker, yeah? Tonight, I just finished his book “Red.”
If I could but try, to tell of Christ’s death in a fiction book, I would hope for it to be told in the way Dekker tells in his book “Red.” So strong and powerful. So many parallel with the Gospels. So real.
I didn’t expect it tonight, but I was reminded of my Father’s sacrifice. In all too many ways, I was reminded of the dying to the self and following Christ’s footstep. Something, so easily forgotten.
In the book, all the Christ figure continually says is: “Remember me.”
How often do we forget? How often do I forget. His promises, His love.
As I read, I was struck by these two words.