Friday

My Friday was pretty much a crap-fest. As I suffered, I tried to remember that Friday was not a pretty day for the Savior, or the world.

Judas then, having received a band of men (600 Romans) and officers from the chief priests and Pharisees, cometh thither with lanterns and torches and weapons. John 18:3

And as soon then as he had said unto them, I am, they went backward, and fell to the ground. John 18:6

And the soldiers platted a crown of thorns, and put it on his head, and they put on him a purple robe, and said, Hail, King of the Jews! and they smote him with their hands. John 19:2-3

And he bearing his cross went forth into a place called the place of a burial, which is called in the Hebrew Golgotha: Where they crucified him, and two other with him, on either side one, and Jesus in the midst.

And Pilate wrote a title, and put it on the cross. And the writing was, JESUS OF NAZARETH THE KING OF THE JEWS. John 19:17-19

But one of the soldiers with a spear pierced his side, and forthwith came there out blood and water. John 19:34

I found an article about Roman crucifiction. Take it for what it's worth, something to think about if nothing else.

This is a lot.

Surely He hath borne our griefs and carried our sorrows: yet we did esteem him stricken, smitten of God, and afflicted. But He was wounded for our transgressions, He was bruised for our iniquities: the chastisement of our peace was upon him; and with stripes we are healed. Isaiah 53:4-5