Fifty years after I first listened to Jesus Christ Superstar on a two-record wax album, its powerful evocation of Good Friday still both haunts and intrigues me.

This is a column not about the rock opera but about Good Friday, but (as I have written before, with differing emphases than I will today) the latter provides entree to the former.

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