Today is a day of both sadness and joy in the lives of Christians everywhere. Good Friday is the day when Jesus was beaten, bruised, rejected, torn, and ultimately hung on a cross to suffer, bleed, and die. The ones who did not love Him, more or less hated Him, were glad to see this day come. His mother, family and friends sobbed uncontrollably that day, I am sure! They watched as their innocent Loved One was beyond cruelly treated. Why did this have to happen? Jesus came into this world with one task, and one task only -- to ultimately die on the cross to bridge that gap that separated us from God. It was a horrible death - just horrible. I have heard pastors over the years described the things were taking place in His body as he was dying on that cross. It tears my heart to know that while He was on that tree for you and for me that He saw me. He saw me in my angry state, my pitiful condition - my times when I wallow in that. He saw me when I was at my lowest. The good