Little did they know they were establishing the origination of a custom that would last for millenia.
Friday was nearly upon them, the number thirteen was hanging over them and death’s shadow was appearing upon the horizon. It was truly an eerie combination.
In a short period of time the leader of this motley crew would be dead.
He would experience an excruciating death that was beyond imagination.
Was the leader unlucky as we have come to associate Friday the thirteenth to be?
Or was He in complete control, voluntarily giving up His life for our benefit and later would return back to life?
Each one of us will make our own decision of which one it is.
It is a decision of tremendous magnitude.
Decide well my friend.