First Presbyterian Church Of Baton Rouge

That King of the Jews had something. A light. A peace. A trust. Even beaten to a pulp he radiated beauty, He seemed more a man then than I’ll ever be. Authority from above he claimed. From above but flowing from within. What is truth? I had mocked him. But he was unfazed. “My kingdom is not of this world. I have come into the world to bear witness to the truth. Everyone who is of the truth listens to my voice.” His voice rang with truth. How I wish I could hear it again? Would I hear the truth if I heard him? Did I do the right thing?