Good Friday

"...Yet it was our infirmities that he bore, our sufferings that he endured, while we thought of him as stricken, as one smitten by God and afflicted. But he was pierced for our offenses, crushed for our sins; upon him was the chastisement that makes us whole, by his stripes we were healed. We had all gone astray like sheep, each following his own way; but the Lord laid upon him the guilt of us all... ...he shall take away the sins of many, and win pardon for their offenses."

"Father, into your hands I commend my spirit."

"It is finished."