And when they had crucified him, they parted his garments, casting lots upon them, what every man should take.
And it was the third hour, and they crucified him.
And the superscription of his accusation was written over, The King Of The Jews.
I wanted to say something profound. Something deep. Something inspirational.
But today, I have no words.
Today I pause to remember what he did for me.
And for you.
Sunday is coming.