Today is Good Friday.
The day that made Easter Sunday possible.
Without the pain and heartbreak, we wouldn’t have hope and expectation and excitement.
Christ knew what He was headed towards. He knew that He would suffer unbearable pain and a brutal death. He even pled for it not to happen.
But He knew. He knew it was His Father’s Will. He knew our eternal lives depended on it. So He bore it.
He took the whips. He took the crowns. He took the nails. He thirst. He breathed his last painful breath, and then turned his Spirit over and died.
His mother wept. The soldiers mocked. The criminals argued. The earth shook.
And then they wrapped Him in clothes and placed Him in a guarded tomb.
For days, His followers and family mourned and grieved. And then…
The tomb was empty. He’d risen just like He said He would.
What a beautiful display of love. That He thought of me as He hung on that cross and bore a pain that is unimaginable.
Unspeakable love. Unthinkable mercy. Unfathomable grace.
GRACE – God’s Riches At Christ’s Expense.
We can’t earn it, it’s already ours. Paid for by the sacrifice of a Son for the world. Paid for by the blood of Someone that loved us so much that He suffered torture and death.
And then He rose again on that beautiful Sunday.
It’s the hope of Sunday that gives us strength to carry on. To fight battles that we feel we are losing. To trust our Father who loves us to bless us as He sees fit. To give us a peace that passes understanding and a joy that comes in the morning.
It was Good Friday that gave us a Great Sunday.