The Blackest Thursday
T oday is Black Thursday, or at least it is the day we remember one Black Thursday nearly two thousand years ago. It was on this day that Jesus hung on the cross and died for the sins of the world. As he died, the sky became black and the veil in the temple was rent from top to bottom, forever opening the door for us to communicated directly with God. Of all the Black Thursdays that have ever been, there has never been a Thursday more black than the Thursday that Jesus died. And yet, as we look back on the blackness of that Thursday, we see the brightest light of all piercing the darkness. Three days and three nights, the Bible tells us, Jesus lay in the heart of the earth, buried in a tomb hewn from the hard rock of earth itself, covered with a large stone and guarded by armed soldiers. Thursday, Thursday night, Friday, Friday night, Saturday, Saturday night, and then came Sunday. Jesus, the one true Passover lamb paid our debt, protected us from the angel of death, and the he rose...