Good Friday, Holy Friday, Long Friday – whatever you call the day Jesus was crucified – leaves me always in reverent awe. Somebody died for a wretch like me. Not just any death but crucifixion, brutal torture from start to finish. And all this was prophesied hundreds of years before it happened. God knew this had to be done, that much he loved us. That much he yearned for us to be made right with him again. Such love for us….