The weekend of Good Friday through Easter Sunday is arguably the most important three-day period in the history of the world, the climax of God’s redemptive plan. Yet, I’m never quite sure how to appropriately recognize this day, Good Friday.
To focus on the suffering and death of Jesus makes me uncomfortable, as it should. I’m both ashamed of my sin and amazed at his sacrifice. The vulnerability of Jesus with his arms wide open as he slowly died on a cruel cross is a picture of God’s love that never fails to stir my soul.
I don’t want to disrespect my Savior by taking it too lightly, but neither do I want to wallow in the very shame from which he has freed me.
So I remember, and I am overwhelmingly grateful.
“I have been crucified with Christ and I no longer live, but Christ lives in me. The life I live in the body, I live by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave himself for me.” Galatians 2:20