What the victory shout in heaven was like when HE stood up and defied the power of death? How it must feel to have such a pure and perfect love, the kind one must truly possess in order to lay down his life for a friend...willingly? If I had been at the cross would I have cried out to the Father to stop it all, or would I have gone along with the crowd? How someone we've never physically seen can overwhelm us with awe in a single moment, more than anything in all of creation could ever inspire within our emotion? Sometimes you have to simply sit quietly a while, know what I mean?