Early in the morning,

I hear hateful whispers of the religious.

What would happen to Jesus next?

I see Him bound and sent before the governor.

He’s accused of so many false crimes.

Charges against Him, willingly accepted for me.

I see the beauty of His quiet surrender to an eternal plan.

Screams of Crucify Him echo in my chest.

A lead-tipped whip rips apart His raw back.

Purple. A woven, thorny crown.

Taunts and salutes and constant condensing laughter.

A strong blow to the head, He drops to His knees.

I see people mock Him – false worship at its finest.

He heads up a hill called Golgotha.

Refusal of the myrrh drugged wine.

Brutally nailed to a cross.

Dice are thrown.

Father forgive them, for they know not what they do!

Pieces of Jesus’s clothing are divided.

A chilling darkness falls across the earth for three hours.

Jesus calls out with a loud voice!

Eloi, Eloi, Lema Sabachthani.

My God, my God, why have you abandoned me?

I see the curtain torn in two, from top to bottom.

This man truly is the Son of God!

Good Friday.

Today.

Do you know this Savior, called Jesus?