High Places

“I rush to the door and attempt to pry it open, the door is firmly latched. I sink to my knees in despair. I’m guilty of countless misdeeds and under the death penalty. I place my face in my hands and prepare myself for execution. I’m overcome with guilt, tears of remorse fill my eyes and I cry out… I deserve to die!”

“I feel a hand on my shoulder and expect to see my executioner. I look up to a large hooded man dressed in black! He extends his hand! I reluctantly grasp his hand and expect t...