It was now about the sixth hour, and there was darkness over the whole land until the ninth hour, while the sun’s light failed.
And Jesus uttered a loud cry and breathed his last. And the curtain of the temple was torn in two, from top to bottom.
And when the centurion, who stood facing him, saw that in this way he breathed his last, he said, “Truly this man was the Son of God!”
Yes, hope and joy come on Sunday, but for today, enter into the darkness and just settle there …