Good Friday, 2026
It’s Friday… But Sunday’s Comin’ The sky darkened over Golgotha as the weight of the world pressed down on a single wooden cross. Nails had pierced hands and feet. Blood and sweat mingled with dust. A crown of thorns pressed into a brow that once rested in a manger. On this solemn day we call Good Friday, we stand in the quiet ache of Jesus’ crucifixion—the brutal culmination of His Passion. The air feels heavy. The silence, deafening. And yet, even in the deepest shadow, a whisper carries forward: It is finished. The Weight of the Cross Picture the scenes the…