A few Saturdays ago, I asked my husband if he would be joining us for church the following morning. I should start by saying my husband has only come with us a few times. His response: “I feel like I should go, you know, to check it off the list.”
The day was quickly approaching. In just a few weeks Jesus would be betrayed by his closest friends. He would be tried and convicted of a crime even though he was not guilty. He would suffer the excruciating pain of death by crucifixion. What must he have been thinking as he approached this destiny?