We call it “Good Friday”.
Good in the midst of the awful.
That Friday so many years ago….
the day that Jesus’ followers were heart broken.
They felt abandoned. Alone. Confused by all that had happened.
It was Friday……..
but, Sunday was coming!
The most holy, pivotal celebration, to the life of a Christian….Easter.
On that Friday Jesus hung on a rugged, Roman cross
The Savior between two common thieves
He was mocked and insulted
The clouds darkened…
He asked His Father
“My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?”
The day was full of anguish
He cried out
“It is finished!”
The curtain in the temple tore from top to bottom.
The earth shook.
Then He died.
That day was…. Sad. Hopeless. Bleak.
Jesus’ followers did not understand. They were confused. They were grieving. They were hurting.
What did this mean?
What was the purpose?
Don’t so many of us live in “the Friday” of our lives? Scared. Wondering. Confused.
How is God going to work things out in our lives?
We can’t see it.
We don’t get it.
We won’t live through it.
What is the purpose?
But Jesus did not stay in the grave.
He conquered death.
He rose again.
He appeared too many.
The glorious resurrection day changed everything.
For all time.
The followers had…..Hope. Joy. Peace.
Death had been conquered by the only ONE who was capable.
He took our place. He sacrificed. His blood was spilled.
And He came out of that tomb!
Jesus never left us in the darkness of the crucifixion.
Because He lives, we are brought into the
glorious resurrection morning!