Back Pain While Sleeping

out I’ll turn back to praise And when the darkness closes in Lord still I will say Blessed be the name of the Lord Blessed be Your name Blessed be the name of the Lord Blessed be Your glorious name Blessed be your name When the sun’s shining down on me When the world’s all as it should be Blessed be Your name And blessed be Your name On the road marked with suffering Though there’s pain in the offering Blessed be Your name You give and take away Every blessing You pour out I’ll turn back to praise And when the darkness closes

nice. He gently wakes the sleeping disciples at Gethsemane. He discusses philosophy with Pilate. He smiles back at his torturers. He smothers friendship on the repentant thief. Like a good liberal Protestant, he vents only at God. But what makes us think Jesus liked the people he loved? What makes us think forgiving his killers and restoring his pathetic disciples was easy, or pleasant, or fulfilling? I have a newfound appreciation for the pain of Jesus' life as well as the pain of his death. He had an impossible task. You heard me right. After a year of struggle, I have finally surrendered to the conclusion that saving a world so bent on destruction