Good Friday
What an oxymoron!
Good Friday?
Good? Friday.
Good. Friday?
Good? Friday?
What is so … good, about Good Friday?
I will spend today contemplating a most horrific death, a most vile end of a life, a most traumatizing execution.
I will spend today, tears streaming down my face, imagining the horror of a mother watching her son tortured, and, finally, die, right in front of her.
I will spend today considering the whys and hows of a father … not just any father, but the only father with the means to stop this event, at any time (even before it began). And that he not only didn’t stop it … He purposed this very event, this very death, even before His son was conceived into human flesh.
His Son.
And then, I will spend today realizing that it wasn’t all about Him, the son.
It was, it IS, about ME, today.
It was, it IS, about YOU, today.
The Father, so loved me (so loved you), that He wanted to save us. But saving the innately guilty without cost is impossible! And the cost is always, blood. It is through the blood of His son, that we are saved, that we are redeemed.
“He is so rich in kindness and grace
that he purchased our freedom
with the blood of his Son
and forgave our sins.”
Ephesians 1:7
If I (you) accept this gift, this sacrificial gift, that He never forces upon me (you), then today is, in every way, not just Good Friday, but the best Friday, ever given.
Good Friday? Yes
It wasn’t the nails…
… that held him to the cross …
… it was love
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