JOHN 17:1–5, 20–24
In the days of mighty kings, one ruled like Shaka Zulu—strong, feared, and praised as a saviour of his people. He built cities, won battles, and left behind statues of his greatness.
But far from His throne, in a humble town, a carpenter’s son was born. No fanfare. No warriors. Just a quiet plan unfolding.
On the night before his death, Jesus prayed—not for escape, but for glory. A glory not of empires, but of love, sacrifice, and unity (John 17:1–5, 20–24).
We were once tribes at war, chasing pride. Now, we are one people, singing about a wooden cross that changed the world.
🙏 May you continue to see the glory of the cross.
📸: JSB Co.
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