Death is scurrying down its oily street where the demons of the wretched lurk…no goodness can be found…death steals access to your inner self and distorts all clarity. Death cares nothing for the future. Death is all decaying and old. Death is a cruel fabric when handled carelessly wreaks hideous selvages unraveling, snagging, and ruining the Tapestry of Hope.

It is Friday…Jesus is dead…all his followers are scattered…the earth is dark…fear prevails…death is at the door for us all…it is finished…Jesus is dead…it is Friday…but Sunday is coming.