Show your glory to my children, this year. And to my grandchildren. Show your glory to our bosses and politicians. Reveal your glory to kings and presidents. May we all be humbled by a clear vision of who you are.
By 3 Jesus is dead, having spoken only seven times. The sky turns black, there is an earthquake, rocks split into, dead people come out of their graves, only to die once more. And we call this Good Friday.