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Good Friday?

I was thinking last night–why do we call this Good Friday? This day when our Saviour was sacrificed for the sins of all mankind? I mean, I realize that without the death, the birth is meaningless, that without Easter, there would be no Christmas. But Good Friday? Reflective Friday, Sad Friday, Repentance Friday, Redemption Friday, all those, yes. But Good Friday, well, it kinda glosses over the fact that we are each of us guilty in His death, doesn’t it?

I’ll be back later today with a more cheerful post.

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