Life is more than a sad story.

We were all born to die, even Jesus.

Especially Jesus.

He died... grossly, horribly, painfully.

As He died, we began to live.

As He lived, we were raised with Him in Spirit.

Death to self allows life to happen.

Trauma gets us loving God's comfort.

Pain gives us sight, shows us the tunnel we run down.

The light there at the end is where I'll be.

- I've got nowhere to hide -

- and I don't want to leave, either -

- if here is where Jesus is... -

- then I'm a'stayin right here -