Good Friday

Good Friday…

I wonder why they call it “Good Friday”. It certainly wasn’t one of the easiest days of Jesus’ life on earth.

He had eaten the Passover with his disciples. Tried in vain to explain the bread—His body broken for them. The cup—God’s new covenant poured out for the forgiveness of sins.

He confronted his disciples with the facts that one of them would betray Him and one would deny knowing Him. Then they bickered over which one of them would be greatest. They just didn’t understand.

He warned of great trouble. They each would have great responsibilities for His people.

After the meal, they went to Mount Olives to pray. He prayed. They slept. He pleaded with God—then submitted to His will.

He was arrested—taken from Chief Priest, High Council and finally to Pilate himself. He was dragged, beaten, mocked, spit upon and lied about. He had pulled an all-nighter. Then condemned to death—he hung on a cross. His Father turned away. The people mocked and stared. His followers were stunned and frightened.

The agony of the sins of all mankind hung as a crushing weight. A great darkness covered the earth.

Finally He gave up His spirit and soul. All that was left on the cross was a dead, beaten body.
And we call this “Good Friday”.

Thinkin’ another way—
If this had not happened, there would be no hope—
But, because of “Good Friday” sins are forgiven. Abundant life is available. And heaven is a destination. So, I guess it really is “Good Friday” for me.