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.
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what we remember
April 2, 2015 
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As Baptist we didn’t even observe Good Friday. We prided ourselves on not even having a liturgy. We did, of course. We just never wrote it down.
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