GOOD Friday

The day he died; the day he was murdered; by fear, and uncertainty, and privilege.

Where? Skull Place.

How? Nailed to a cross; crucified.

And it was? Horrific, but also the final and ultimate act of love.

LOVE.

Good Friday.

Good indeed.

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