Somewhere, not far away, the holy men gathered to watch the Messiah be crucified. Meanwhile, hungry hearts gathered at God’s doorstep. Not the rich and righteous, but the sinners. The sick, the harlots, the poor, the broken, the burnt, the blamed, the lost. Shelashra’s people. Not the ones who thank God because they believe they are righteous, but the ones who beat their breast and beg for mercy because they know they are not. These were the children of God.
This scene is so "God help the outcast" goated
