Today is Good Friday.
Its raining here in Lewiston Idaho...its cold and dreary and yucky.
The way it should be on the day when a man...was crucified on a cross....not because He had committed a crime. Not because He had done anything wrong.
But because He loves me. And you. Because of MY crimes. MY SINS. and YOURS.
He died today. His mom, his friends, his people, watched him die.
But sunday is comin....