flogging, bleeding, thorny crowns, extreme hunger and thirst, nail-pierced hands, feet and a hole in the side; indescribable pain, bile, death, grave and burial. That reads more like “worst day of my life”. Well, it was the worst day of Jesus’ life but the culmination of the greatest love story of all. Arrested on Thursday night betrayed by one of His own, stripped, scourged, spat on, dragged all over the city to be tried six times at various locations- from the High Priest Annas to the Sanhedrin, before the Romans, Pilate, Herod then to Pilate again, who finally sentenced Him to death. Death on the cross. It was not a quick and noble death. It was a disgraceful, unimaginably cruel death. Good Friday? Yes, it was a good day for us. When He finally said “it is finished”, bowed His head and died, things begun to turn around for our good. At the very moment He breathed His last, the curtain covering the Holy of Holies tore into two, symbolically giving us free access to God through Jesus; graves opened and the dead rose; lives changed when a soldier proclaimed He was indeed the son of God. Sin can no longer control us, we only need to believe in Jesus to be saved, our righteousness is guaranteed because of His death. No rituals, gimmicks and sacrifices need to be made for our sins anymore. He was the ultimate sacrifice. We can live free because of Good Friday. We are guaranteed eternal life because of Good Friday. So yes, today is aptly named Good Friday. Take a minute to reflect on what happened today more than two thousand years ago and do not let His death be in vain. Dare to live for Christ and share Him with others. When you find something good you do not keep it to yourself, you share. Let me conclude with the concluding verse of 2 Corinthians 5, “God made him who had no sin to be sin for us, so that in him we might become the righteousness of God.”
Happy Good Friday.
Love, Lady Monica ❤