It is Good Friday, 3pm. In church tradition, the very hour that Christ died while hanging from the cross at Calvary.
“But when Christ appeared as a high priest of the good things that have come, then through the greater and more perfect tent (not made with hands, that is, not of this creation) he entered once for all into the Holy Place, taking not the blood of goats and calves but his own blood, thus securing an eternal redemption.
“For if the sprinkling of defiled persons with the blood of goats and bulls and with the ashes of a heifer sanctifies for the purification of the flesh, how much more shall the blood of Christ, who through the eternal Spirit offered himself without blemish to God, purify your conscience from dead works to serve the living God.
“Therefore he is the mediator of a new covenant, so that those who are called may receive the promised eternal inheritance, since a death has occurred which redeems them from the transgressions under the first covenant.”
By the blood that was spilled by our Savior on the Cross, we are redeemed, and by Him — and ONLY by Him, and not by our own works — are we saved, and only by His sacrifice, are we made worthy to be called children of God.
So, uh, Happy Good Friday?