Being a Christian, Good Friday is the day that we remember the fact that Jesus died on the cross. I participated in a Cross Walk this morning, my first ever. A local teenager planned this walk as his senior project for high school. I heard about it on a local radio station, and since the church was only minutes from my house, I decided that it was something I wanted to participate in. So, off I went to the Cross Walk this morning. I had mentioned it to a friend, and she and a few others from our church met me there. There were between 150-200 people that participated. Here are a few of the pictures I took this morning. It was a 1.5 mile walk, with different people carrying the cross along the way. We stopped 5-6 times and read Bible verses, and had prayer. At the end of the walk, the crossed was placed in a church cemetery. Just after we arrived at our destination, someone yelled, "Look up at the sky -- there's a cross!" What an awesome sight! God is good.