Today is Good Friday. To much of the world, that means absolutely nothing. To me, it means . . .
. . . Love
. . . Sacrifice
. . . Forgiveness
. . . Salvation
. . . Eternity
Good Friday. The day that Jesus Christ, my Savior, suffered horribly and gave His life for me. Because He loved me that much. He died so that I could live. Forever, with Him in heaven.
But it doesn’t end with Friday. Three days later, Jesus lived again!
When I was in the first grade, I was given a part to play in our school’s annual Easter celebration program. Not a fluffy bunny and colored egg kind of celebration, but a full out Christ-is-risen-from-the-dead Easter service that the whole school attended and to which parents and friends were invited. In a public school. Yes, folks, there was a time not all that long ago when this kind of thing was actually encouraged instead of forbidden. Anyway, I was given a passage from the Bible to memorize and recite. Here it is:
Now when the Sabbath was past, Mary Magdalene, Mary the mother of James, and Salome bought spices, that they might come and anoint Him. Very early in the morning, on the first day of the week, they came to the tomb when the sun had risen. And they said among themselves, “Who will roll away the stone from the door of the tomb for us?” But when they looked up, they saw that the stone had been rolled away—for it was very large. And entering the tomb, they saw a young man clothed in a long white robe sitting on the right side; and they were alarmed. But he said to them, “Do not be alarmed. You seek Jesus of Nazareth, who was crucified. He is risen! He is not here. See the place where they laid Him. – Mark 16:1-6 (NKJV)
At the time, I really had no understanding of the impact of this bit of Scripture. Today, it brings tears to my eyes. Because of what Jesus did on the cross, because He died and rose again, the debt of my sin has been paid.
My Jesus. My Savior. Lord, there is none like You! All of my days, I want to praise the wonder of Your mighty love.
This is a very, very Good Friday.