The sun stopped shining, and the curtain in the temple split down the middle.
A curtain was made of fine linen woven with blue, purple, and red wool, and embroidered with designs of winged creatures.
At once the curtain in the temple was torn in two from top to bottom. The earth shook, and rocks split apart.
At once the curtain in the temple tore in two from top to bottom.
This hope is like a firm and steady anchor for our souls. In fact, hope reaches behind the curtain and into the most holy place.