Deep down in His heart, our saviour Jesus Christ was beginning to get an agonizing thought that His physical body weakened as it was by mistreatment, torture, and mockery could go no further with carrying up His cross and with His service of redemption at the top of mount Calvary.
When I was four years old, my mum took me and my brother to Jamaica to join my dad who had been transferred from London to work in Kingston Town as a foreman scaffolder on a twelve-month contract.
