It’s Good Friday.
It’s the day set apart remember the death of the Savior, the murdering of the Messiah.
It’s the day that started in a dark garden, where the disciples slept and Jesus was so anxious that He couldn’t.
It’s the day that the carpenter’s Son from Nazareth was tried, accused, and convicted of sin, though He had done nothing wrong.
It’s the day that the religious and governmental officials, led astray by their wicked and deceitful hearts, abused and made a mockery of the spotless Lamb.