What’s Good About it?

Today is Good Friday, but why? It isn’t the day Jesus arose; it isn’t the day Jesus rode triumphantly into Jerusalem; it is the day my Lord and Saviour beaten, tortured, humiliated, scorned, mocked, was nailed and died a gruesome death on the cross. What’s Good about that?

I get Easter Sunday’s Glorious Celebration; I understand the flowers and sunshine and joy that accompanies Christ’s Resurrection from the dead; but I do not get why Friday is so Good.

When Eve plucked the forbidden fruit and offered it to Adam, they both willingly disobeyed Your command. You had provided every good and perfect provision for them in the Garden; I would have so loved to see Eden. Only one fruit was forbidden; they took and ate that fruit; banished and sent away to toil the rest of their days, no longer treated to face to face communion with You, Dear Lord. Their days were now spent outside of that lovely garden working, toiling, sweating, and enduring the pain of separation from their Maker, You, Dear Lord, their companion.

Sin exploded; it multiplied; it murdered; it raped; it left lives torn, broken, alone, and hopeless.

Then a baby was born; what a marvelously GOOD day that was! Your Only Son, Jesus, came into this world to show us the Way back to You. He taught us, he showed us, he lived the life You would have us live. He was a storyteller like no other; Jesus drew people by the thousands to hear His message of forgiveness, truth, and incredible love. Some listened; some told others; some wrote how they witnessed miracles, lives rebuilt, lives restored, lives healed. This was the GOOD NEWS that spread and took hold; it is still spreading; it is still transforming lives; it lives through the Love You, Dear Lord, had for man, that You would sacrifice Your precious Son, allow Him, totally sinless, totally blameless, totally innocent, to endure all manner of pain and suffering so that WE might live following Your Way, Your Truth, Your Love, Your Light, that shines on the path that leads to Your Kingdom of Children here on Earth, and forever with You in Your Heavenly Kingdom.

Was there no other way to forgive our sins, Dear Lord? Was there no other way?

What a shameful lot we are, that Your Son’s tortured death was the only timely event that would atone for our sins! Jesus, You are Good; Jesus, You are our teacher; Jesus, You didn’t have to offer Yourself up to the angry mob; Jesus, You knew all along what it would take to save us all; You became our Saviour.

Oh, my, that’s the first time I really got it; the word Saviour, You saved us, Jesus; You took our place and suffered what would rightfully have been our punishment; You did that, knowing You were giving up a lifetime that could have lasted longer, preaching, teaching, living for Your Father.

Friday was not a Good Friday for You, Dear Lord, nor for You, Jesus. It was what had to be done. It was a Good Friday for all souls longing to be worthy of eternal communion with You.

It was our Good Friday; it was our Lord’s Love; it was our Father’s mercy; it was our Father’s sacrifice; it was the only way out of sin; it was the way, the truth, and the light shining on each and every one of us; a light left on in the darkness of our soul’s blackness, to lead us Home to You.

What’s Good about this Friday? I have the opportunity to live in love with others and with You forever! Amen

 

Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the LORD for ever.  Psalm 23:6

 

 

Were You There     a Negro Spiritual

 

Were you there when they crucified my Lord?
Were you there when they crucified my Lord?
Oh, sometimes it causes me to tremble, tremble, tremble.
Were you there when they crucified my Lord?

 
Were you there when they nailed him to the tree?
Were you there when they nailed him to the tree?
Oh, sometimes it causes me to tremble, tremble, tremble.
Were you there when they nailed him to the tree?

 
Were you there when they laid him in the tomb?
Were you there when they laid him in the tomb?
Oh, sometimes it causes me to tremble, tremble, tremble.
Were you there when they laid him in the tomb?

 
Were you there when God raised him from the tomb?
Were you there when God raised him from the tomb?
Oh, sometimes it causes me to tremble, tremble, tremble.
Were you there when God raised him from the tomb?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Timely

A timely event happens at a moment when it is useful , effective , or relevant.

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