On this day, they hung him on a cross.

Before they did that, they mocked him, spat on him, flogged him,

Then, tortured and broken, they led him to his death.

By 3:00pm, he was dead.

So why do we call this Friday “good”?

Because death didn’t have the last word. Love did.

And still does, two thousand years later.

Love wins. GOOD.