Jericho Creative Studios

Friday: The Crucifixion
This is the breaking point.
The moment where everything falls apart—
so it can fall into place.
This is Good Friday.
But good doesn’t always feel good.
Sometimes good looks like death.
Today we witness the crucifixion.
Not just of a man—
but of everything false.
False identity.
False power.
False worth.
False control.
The ego dies today.
He was pierced, mocked, stripped bare—
and still He forgave.
Because the real battle wasn’t the nails…
it was the surrender.
“Into Your hands I commit My spirit.”
That’s not defeat.
That’s mastery.
This is where we lay it all down.
The masks.
The fear.
The noise.
This is the death of who we thought we had to be
to survive.
And the truth?
It hurts.
It rips.
It stretches you across your own cross.
But it frees you.
The spring equinox marks the balance—
but today, the scale tips.
Darkness takes the stage.
But only for a moment.
Because something sacred is happening underneath the pain.
A seed is cracking open.
The old skin is peeling away.
And what’s buried today
will bloom on Sunday.
So if you feel like something in you is dying—
let it.
Not your hope.
Not your purpose.
But the self that clings to illusion.
It’s okay to grieve it.
But don’t hold on.
There is no resurrection
without a crucifixion.
— Jericho Walls