The sun rose on Good Friday and it held the promise of being a day like no other. The plot thickened as Jesus was passed back and forth between the courts and the high government officials. The Chief Priests, Caiaphas, Pilate, the Pharisees, the disciples, and the faithful followers all had front row seats as God’s plan unfolded before their eyes.
Accusations, trials, the washing of hands, beatings, conviction, a scarlet robe, loud cries to crucify, a hill, a spear, nails, thorns, a cross, an earthquake, darkness, the temple curtain torn, weeping, a linen shroud, a burial, and a sealed tomb.
All in one day, all to one man, all for one purpose – to satisfy the wrath of God and cover the sin of all mankind.
Death had prevailed, hearts were broken, uncertainty loomed big, grief was set in motion, the work of the cross was finished, but it was not the end. If they only knew.
Centuries later, our hearts too are broken as we reflect on the cruelty of the cross and the ugliness of man’s sin. But unlike the 1st century Jews, our brokenness rises to celebration because we have the truth of the Gospel in our hands and we know Sunday has come. What a privilege to live fully in the beauty of the redemption and restoration Jesus gave, reconnecting us to the God of the Universe and to one another.
Today, I am grateful to know.
“When Jesus had received the sour wine, he said, ‘It is finished.’ and He bowed his head and gave up His spirit.”