The death and resurrection story of the man called Jesus may be something we never fully comprehend but it will be forever recognized as an act of uncontrollable love. An event where Life gave himself over to the twisted hands of death. To go to a place where the pain of the cross was only the beginning. Where an ocean of tears rages in the blackest night. A place where Life opened himself up and allowed wrath itself to be poured in...but not to be consumed by wrath but to do the consuming. To drown wrath in love. To win a fight for all who would belong to this story. To His story.