Good Friday

It’s Good Friday… and I sit here overwhelmed. Rather than talk about history or dig into scripture, I just want to pray. I hope that you’ll do the same where you are, that you would take some time to sit at his feet and marvel at him. This Good Friday, behold your Savior with your own eyes.

Jesus, I am overwhelmed by you. I am overwhelmed by the gravity of your sacrifice. I am overwhelmed by your tenacity, your faithfulness, the fact that you kept your word. Your slaying was planned before the foundation of the world. You set your face like flint toward the cross and you didn’t shy away. You had a baptism to undergo and how greatwas your distress until it was accomplished. And not just distress because of the agony of the cross, but the distress over knowing that redemption was so close. Your hands were wrapped around the temple veil and you couldn’t wait for the moment to tear it. You couldn’t wait to rescue us. You couldn’t wait to reconcile us to yourself. You had redemptive ambition for us, for me. And with that redemptive ambition, with that courage, you were like a sheep silent before its shearers. You took every blow with grace. You received every lashing of the whip with grace. You took the nails with grace. And you did all of it to give grace. You didn’t back down. You looked my sin—my sin—straight in the face and said, “It is finished.” You clocked my death—my death—straight in the jaw and called out, “where is your sting?” You said that you would. You said you would take care of it and you did. You saw my empty hands, you saw my helplessness to pay my debt to the Father. You knew my rebellious heart. You knew my affections were easily swayed toward other lovers. You knew my transgressions were without number—and you knew that my days were numbered, death waiting to claim me. And you stepped in to save. You stepped in to save. There is nothing else to say but thank you. There is nothing else to do but thank you. Thank you. In your beautiful, worthy, eternal, holy,saving name—amen.