Sometimes we find words from places we do not expect.  So, it was on Good Friday.

The teachers of the law, who poured over the law and prophecies, wouldn’t say it, choosing instead to condemn Him in order to avenge the wounded egos which stood rightfully judged by His teachings.

Not even the mighty Roman dignitaries, Pontius Pilate or Herod Antipas would weigh in and say it, preferring to placate the religious leaders and hold onto their own positions of authority.

So, would anyone say what for weeks, months, or even years, many in the land of Judea had come to believe and were discussing with one another.

Well, there was at least one man:

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And so it was on Good Friday, at the height of the greatest display of love the world has ever witnessed, that the fitting declaration, which escaped his closest friends, the wisest scholars, and the most powerful rulers, was made by a Gentile (outside the flock) observer to the crucifixion.  A Roman commander, who probably didn’t believe in Christ and most likely was mocking Him just hours before, stood captured by the love of God.

It was for such as him that He died.