It was the darkest day the earth had ever seen.

Literally.

At noon, when the sun should have been at its highest, the sky went black. Not clouded. Not stormy. Black. Like the heavens themselves turned their back on what was happening at Skull Hill.

Colin Smith’s *Heaven, How I Got Here* ends where history paused—between two worlds.

One man—the thief—is no longer with us. Neither is the Man on the middle cross. Their lifeless bodies hung in silence as the crowds shuffled home, bloodstained and stunned.

But they weren’t there anymore.

They were in Paradise.

And we’re left here, on the darkest night, to reckon with what it all meant.

You can’t read the thief’s story without feeling the silence that followed. He cried out. Jesus answered. And then… it was over.

Their last breath here was their first in eternity.

And we—we who remain—are forced to ask:

What happened there that was so earth-shattering it split history in two?

The Cross wasn’t a symbol that day.........

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