It’s always been hard for me to call the hard, holy day “good,” but I know Sunday is around the corner and the rest of the story is very good.
But, God’s Friday? It makes me think of a broken-hearted Father who had to look away from the suffering Servant as He bore the sins of the world… God’s Friday reminds me of unconditional love.
This week I traveled to my older kid’s university to watch the reenactment of the events of Holy Week.
I watched my son wave hosanna branches and turn the same hands into fists as he yelled “crucify.”
I got a lump in my throat hearing the pounding of a hammer and seeing the flinching of a college-kid turned Jesus— go still.
Silence was all we heard as we absorbed the death of Jesus.
But when the choir started singing these words, I couldn’t stop the tears:
“One day, two days
Three days had passed
Could it be that Jesus
Breathed His last?
Could it be that His Father
Had forsaken him?
Turned his back on his son
Despising our sin
All hell seemed to whisper
"Just forget Him, He's dead"
Then the Father looked down
To his son and he said
Arise, My love”
God’s Friday can only mean the Son’s Sunday is coming ✝️
Resurrection changes everything. Jesus is alive✨
—copied
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