It is Saturday. The day between Good Friday and Easter. And it makes me wonder, as I sit here in my apartment in good ol’ Oklahoma, what that first Saturday was like… Friday had came and went, Filled with the angry, prideful shouts of man “Crucify Him! Crucify Him!” Men willing to trade an innocent man - One who spent His time on this earth, though God, Serving, healing, teaching, and loving - For a murderer. A man full of sin like you and me. And as Pilot washes his hands of

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