gave His only begotten Son

A great hymn about love says

Could we with ink the ocean fill
And were the skies of parchment made
Were every stalk on earth a quill
And every man a scribe by trade

To write the love of God above
Would drain the ocean dry
Nor could the scroll contain the whole
Though stretched from sky to sky

And if you could spend the rest of eternity, from this day to evermore, pondering the depth of a love for you that culminated in hands pierced through and through; if you could spend all days in remembrance of the great day of love that ended with a broken body on a hill, you'd still never come to capturing the fullness of that heart for you.

Eternity will not suffice. But that doesn't mean you don't consecrate the one day and let yourself be overcome with the realness of a spotless lamb torn asunder. Today, today He loved us most.

"They took Jesus, therefore, and He went out, bearing His own cross, to the place called the Place of a Skull, which is called in Hebrew, Golgotha. There they crucified Him, and with Him two other men, one on either side, and Jesus in between. Pilate also wrote an inscription and put it on the cross. It was written, 'JESUS THE NAZARENE, THE KING OF THE JEWS.'" {John19:17-19}