Good Friday

We threw our worst at you.

Our pride, our envy

our jealousy, our hatred.

We took sins of the heart,

turned them into action.

Slapped, beaten

humiliated, crucified.

We did our best

our worst.

You didn’t fight back.

You took it all.

The sin of that moment, the sin of your people,

The sin of people to come.

My sin.

My pride, my envy

my jealousy, my hatred.

You died.

Our best (and our worst)

is paltry.

You were not defeated.

You are victorious.

Risen.

Worthy.