And the soldiers twisted together a crown of thorns and put it on his head and arrayed him in a purple robe.
Picture two hands.
You are the left.
God is the right.
Similar, but different.
You are filled with thorns.
It hurts too much to clasp the hands in prayer!
The left hand alone cannot remove the thorns.
But the right hand can!
And did.
And so we clasp ourselves to God in prayer,
Folded together,
One.
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