The next morning, Jesus was brought before Pontius Pilate, the Roman governor for trial. At that time there was a tradition of freeing one prisoner at that particular season. Finding no fault in Jesus, Pilate tried to release Jesus but the crowd that had gathered insisted he release Barabbas instead, a thief and murderer. Finally he gave them Barabbas and washing his hands of the whole thing sent Jesus away to be crucified.
The soldiers made a crown of thorns and placed it on Jesus and mocked him as “king of the Jews,” and then they took him to Golgotha to nail him to a cross. For three hours he hung there in the hot sun, before calling out, “Eli, Eli, lema sabachthani?” that is, “My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?” Finally, he breathed his last, and at that moment the curtain in the temple was ripped in two, from top to bottom.
When it was evening, Joseph of Arimathea, who was a wealthy follower of Jesus, went to Pilate and asked for the body of Jesus. Jesus’ followers wrapped his body in cloth and placed him in an empty tomb. They then rolled a great stone to the door of the tomb and went away.
And here we are left, in darkness and grief, with the very light of God having left this earth.