My house is silent today... quiet except for the ticking of the clock.
A soft, muffled roll of thunder fills the low gray clouds. They span the entire sky as if in attempt to silence the entire world.
It is Good Friday... it is fitting.
My Lord, my God! What have you done? ...for me? ...for us?
...and I remember something you said; I remember something I read...
'Greater love has no one than this, that he lay down his life for his friends.'
You knew, yet you followed through. You could have stopped it at any time. You had the power to do so.
...Yet you had the Father's will and took a knee and bowed to Him.
... as i now take a knee before You, and bow my head to You, my Lord... and offer you my feeble thanks.