This Friday goes on like the rest. The Christian, however, gasps a deep breath. Something is different. Someone is missing. I look more intensely but not with my eyes. The Virgin Mother wails in the distance as soldiers walk by. "Good job!" They laugh, lauding themselves; another execution, three criminals, done well. This Friday is special, I can't help but wonder? "Why is tonight different from all other nights?" I'm finally listening, here I am, someone pray tell? 

“He was oppressed, and he was afflicted,
yet he did not open his mouth;
like a lamb that is led to the slaughter,
and like a sheep that before its shearers is silent,
so he did not open his mouth.” -Isaiah 53:7