I was astounded on Good Friday how powerful the day seemed to become. As I moved throughout the day, it just hit me over and over, “It’s the day that God died for me. It’s the day that true love died.”
Fortunately for us, death didn’t have the last word. Love had the last Word. The Eternal Word.
Here’s a great song that was constantly coming to my mind throughout Holy Week.
Now He Is Alive…