Good Friday

‘A horror of great darkness at broad noon— I, only I.’ / Christina Rossetti

Am I a stone and not a sheep

That I can stand, O Christ, beneath Thy Cross,

To number drop by drop Thy Blood’s slow loss,

And yet not weep?

Not so those women loved

Who with exceeding grief lamented Thee;

Not so fallen Peter weeping bitterly;

Not so the thief was moved;

Not so the Sun and Moon

Which hid their faces in a starless sky,

A horror of great darkness at broad noon—

I, only I.

Yet give not o’er,

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Editors’ Note
Back from the Dead? Heard It Before.
The Bible, history books, and newspapers are full of resurrection stories. But something different happened at Jesus’ tomb. / Ted Olsen
Seeds—Small and Mighty
They’ve done nothing less than transform the planet. / Thor Hanson
Why Jesus Used Bad Science
When God humbled himself, his intellect was not exempt. / Reed Metcalf
Wonder on the Web
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