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.