“The women wept in the dust as we passed, their grief a low, steady hum against the Roman iron. I saw Him turn to them—broken, bleeding, yet carrying a dignity that made the soldiers look small. Even then, on the brink of his own shadow, His words weren't for Himself; they were a warning and a blessing for the daughters of Jerusalem.” FaithSacrificePassion Of The ChristBiblical NarrativeVia DolorosaDaughters Of JerusalemHistorical NovellaRoman Justice Author:David Hudnall