As I sat on the couch the other night, in a cozy room with dim lights, I was joined by my wise young brother, who told me a story like no other. He’s always been a great storyteller, each meaning deeper, each story better. So I settled back in that room with low lights and oh what a story did I hear that night. The story starts off with a man on a tree. This story is reverse of what you hear typically. This man was on the tree with thorns on his head. A spear cut his side and they left him for dead. But shortly before he gave up the ghost he uttered some words that haunt me the most. As his tears poured down he raised his gaze up. And with sorrow unmeasured these words he spoke, “Lay not this sin - this crime - to their charge for they know not what they do.” Words spoken with love unparalleled. Never before was there love so true. What say you? This tale you know? Listen closely and I’ll prove it’s not so. For the story I heard, none like it has been written. I’ll prove it to you, ha