The day Jesus died.
We know the story. And we know what happens 3 days later.
For years, I read through the story of Jesus’ crucifixion in a steady rhythm with the resurrection already in my mind. It eased the sting of the words. It made it a little happier to read. I resisted soaking in the visual of my Savior being mocked and tortured…for me. My stomach churned to settle into that place.
Oh yes, Sunday was coming. But Friday came first.
The explosion of Christ’s glory was coming. But his blood came first.
I wonder how “good” the day Jesus was crucified looked to his followers.
Their King, their Savior, was betrayed, captured, mocked, spit on, tortured, then crucified. That doesn’t bring the word “good” to mind.
It looked like it was all over. It looked like darkness had won.
The Messiah; the one they had hoped for, the one they believed in, the one they gave everything up for; was now hanging lifelessly on a cross.
The forehead that wrinkled in empathy for the hurting and the lost; the forehead that crinkled when he laughed and smiled, was now wrapped with a crown of thorns. Blood poured out, streaming down the length of his mangled body.
The strong arms that had embraced little children were now stretched out. The same rough, carpenter hands that touched blind eyes to give them sight and that washed the feet of his disciples, were now nailed to the cross.
The feet that had walked countless miles to bring hope to the hurting were also now nailed together.
The voice that commanded the winds and the waves, “Peace! Be still!”; that called into the tomb, “Lazarus, come out!”, was now crying out from the cross, “Eloi, Eloi, lema sabachthani?”
Eloi, Eloi, lema sabachthani. My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?
We have come to call today Good Friday. We call it good because that day changed everything.
On the day He died, we were brought to Life.
My heart and mind settle into that raw place of his crucifixion. My stomach still churns knowing He took the punishment I deserved. And my heart aches with raw gratitude knowing how desperately I need his salvation. It breaks me. It brings me to tears.
Chants of victory are coming…
…but groaning cries of bitter mourning came first.
So today, allow yourself to grieve and feel the weight of that day – the day that changed everything.
But he was pierced for our transgressions; he was crushed for our iniquities; upon him was the chastisement that brought us peace, and with his wounds we are healed. Isaiah 53:5