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 – His
blood. God’s new covenant poured out for the forgiveness of sins.
He confronted them
- one of them would betray Him. One would deny knowing Him. They bickered over which one would be greatest.
He warned them of trouble. They each would
have great responsibilities for His people. They just didn’t understand.
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, drug from Chief Priest to High Council and finally to
Pilate himself. He was dragged,
beaten, mocked, spit upon,lied about then condemned to death. He had pulled an all nighter.
Finally, he hung on a cross. The people mocked and stared – his
followers were stunned and frightened.
Many deserted. The agony of
the sins of all mankind was a crushing weight. His Father turned away. A great darkness hung over the earth.
And then He gave
up His spirit and soul. All that
was left was a dead, beaten, broken body.
And we call this
“Good Friday.”
Thinking 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 the
destination. So, I guess it really
is “Good Friday” for you and me...
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