On This Good Friday

Is this “Good Friday” different from our usual experience? In the midst of a pandemic, we are unsettled. Actually, nothing seems normal or usual. The turning of the days of the calendar have done us a favor this weekend. We are reminded that whatever else is happening in the world, the Easter weekend, for Christians, is a centering time. Whatever storms are raging in your life (virus related or not), come back to the cross. See what great love was demonstrated in this self-sacrificing gift. But do not hurry. It is in the story of the cross that we have hope – and hope is not in short supply.

It is in the story of the cross that we have hope – and hope is not in short supply.

Do not rush through the sorrow of Good Friday. Good Friday is not to be sprinted through so that we can arrive at the certain ending that brings us all hope. Along with the joy and elation of the resurrection, there is a need to experience the loss. There is a time to weep, a time to mourn (Ecclesiastes 3:4).

He was oppressed and afflicted,  yet he did not open his mouth; he was led like a lamb to the slaughter, and as a sheep before her shearers is silent, so he did not open his mouth.  Isaiah 53:7

Sometime today, linger over the bitterness of His anguish. Weep with him in the garden. Feel the weight of your sin, the burden of your soul. Until you journey through Good Friday, Resurrection Sunday is empty. Before we can celebrate the resurrection we must acknowledge the suffering.

Before the disciples dine with him, he must wash the feet of his betrayer at the last supper.

Before his followers can see his glorified resurrected body, crowds must spit upon his beaten back.

Before the women fall and touch his feet, sodiers must drive nails through them.

Before the angel proclaims He is Not HERE, His mother must weep because he was THERE.

Before Peter can be restored to His faith, the thief must be with Him in paradise.

Before the stone is rolled away, the cross must be raised.

7 Last Words of Christ

Father, forgive them; for they know not what they do.

Today you will be with me in paradise.

Woman, behold, thy son! Behold, thy mother!

My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me?

I thirst.

It is finished.

Father, into thy hands I commend my spirit.