On a hill far away on a very dark and sad day, a man was counted among the transgressors. I watched as he gave up his last breath and listened as he said it is done. In that moment I saw innocence killed for nothing that was worthy of death. When his last breath was drawn, I understood that I was guilty of his blood, and that I had to die with him in order to live again.
The sinful man that I was must die in order for the spiritual man to live.