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Maundy Thursday has passed. And now it is Good Friday.

The day of the Passion of Christ.

He loved the world so much that He gave His life for us. He was perfect, with no sin. He was persecuted. He was beaten. He was hated. He was scorned. He was turned away from by His Father.

All for a world full of sinners who pierce Him every single day. Pretty much every single second as well.

I take His sacrifice for granted far too often.

He was there, on the side of the rock. Around 2,000 years ago. He was a real living person. He was a man. But He was also divine. He was God. He was the perfect sacrifice for our sins. And without Him, we would be nothing.

I have seen Golgotha. The place of the skull. I have seen where His cross hung. I have seen the place where he bled and wept and died for me.

But don't worry. It only gets better from here!



At the sixth hour darkness came over the whole land until the ninth hour. And at the ninth hour Jesus cried out in a loud voice, "Eloi, Eloi, lama sabachthani?" -which means, "My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?" When some of those standing near heard this, they said, "Listen, he's calling Elijah." One man rain, filled a sponge with wine vinegar, put it on a stick, and offered it to Jesus to drink. "Now leave him alone. Let's see if Elijah comes to take him down," he said. With a loud cry, Jesus breathed His last. The curtain of the temple was torn in two from top to bottom. And when the centurion, who stood there in front of Jesus, heard his cry and saw how he died, he said, "Surely this man was the Son of God!" Some women were watching from a distance. Among them were Mary Magdalene, Mary the mother of James the younger and of Joses, and Salome. In Galilee these women had followed him and ared for his needs. Many other women who had come up with him to Jerusalem were also there.
Mark 15: 33-41