Good Friday at 4

What do I want my son to know about today? I want him to know that they hated Him first. I want him to know that my love can only aspire to be a shadow of His. I want him to know that the path of his savoir leads to a hill and a cross. I want him to hold life loosely and not to try to squeeze ultimate meaning from it. I want him to see that love is costly and worth it. I want him to see that the way the world keeps score is twisted. I want him to flip things upside down (or to see that they're upside down and right them). I want him to know that he doesn't have to look anywhere else to know he's loved.

it's Friday

Can there be a darker day? Can there be an uglier, more heinous, more unjust day? Can there be a day when the worst in me leaps out to claim victory more loudly than today?

Words fail. Blood runs. King dies. Evil celebrates.

Can there ever be a more profound price paid? Can a heart ever come close to knowing the love and pain?