Just look at the Cross.
Not the polished one hanging in your church.
The real one. The one they nailed Him to while He was choking on blood and betrayal.
4am – 6am
He’s arrested.
Dragged through the night.
No sleep. No food. No advocate.
False witnesses line up. Lies stack higher than the temple walls.
And He says almost nothing.
He could have spoken one word and ended it.
He didn’t.
6am – 9am
They pass Him back and forth like a problem no one wants to solve.
Pilate. Herod. Pilate again.
Nobody finds fault. But nobody stops it.
The crowd wants blood.
They get it.
Jesus is condemned while Barabbas—a murderer—walks free.
9am
The hammer falls. Nails bite through flesh.
The Messiah is lifted up like a thief.
And still, He says almost nothing.
9:30am – 11am
They gamble for His clothes.
Mock His name.
And while they curse Him, He prays for them.
“Father, forgive them; for they know not what they do.”
—Luke 23:34
Compassion leaks out of His mouth while blood pours from His wounds.
11am – 12pm
A thief mocks.
Another repents.
And Jesus promises paradise—while suffocating.
He looks down and sees His mother.
He takes care of her. Even in agony.
12pm – 3pm
Darkness.
Earthquake.
The curtain in the temple rips down the middle.
The whole earth groans.
“I thirst.”
—John 19:28
He’s not just dying.
He’s carrying the weight of every sin.
Yours. Mine. All of it.
3pm
He cries out:
“My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me?”
“It is finished.”
And then—He gives up the ghost.
Not taken.
Given.
He wasn’t stuck.
He stayed.
Love held Him there. Not nails.
This wasn’t a tragedy. It was a trade.
His life for yours.
So don’t just remember the Cross today.
Respond to it.
Don’t just post a verse.
Repent.
Don’t just quote Jesus.
Obey Him.
Don’t call it Good Friday if you’re not ready to get honest about what He actually endured.
Let it break you.
Let it change you.
Then pick up your own cross.
And follow Him.
- https://open.substack.com/pub/biblicalman/p/the-day-the-sky-went-dark-and-so?r=43vew&utm_medium=ios
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