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?