The True Goodness of Good Friday

Friday, April 3, 2015
I was going to do a big Good Friday post. I had so much planned, but as I tried to write, I realized something: sometimes, as much as I hate to admit it, there are no words that can be used to describe something; sometimes, something can only be experienced. So, instead of describing Jesus' terrible, agonizing death, I am going to describe an experience: my experience of Jesus' love.

Ephesians 3:18 tells us that Jesus' love is deep, wide, long, and high. How deep, wide, long, and high, though? Deep enough, wide enough, long enough, and high enough to want to die for us.
In Matthew 26, starting in verse 36, Jesus prays in Gethsemane. He's scared: the kind of scared that makes one sweat and shake. He knows that Judas Isacriot is about to betray Him. Instead of fighting, though, he tells Judas, "Do what you came to do." When the disciples try to fight for Him, he stops them. The guards start to take Him away, and His feet move along willingly. Though He is scared, The Miracle Man, The Prince of Peace, Our Savior,  marches forward, knowing what must be done. 
He goes through a series of trials and watches the people that He came to save scream, "Crucify Him!" They accept a prisoner, a thief, but reject the One Who loves them.
As Jesus hung on that old, rugged cross, He breathed the words, "It is finished," and bowed His head, accepting our guilt, shame, and sinfulness. The One who knew no sin, who humbled Himself to the form of a lowly man, who lived a perfect life, bowed His head. The curtain tore in two and our debt was paid once and for all. 
His sacrifice was great, too great to put into words. I can't describe Jesus' love, but I have experienced it. I have experienced the depth, height, length, and width of His great love. I know how big it has to be, for I rejected it. I might as well have been in the crowd that yelled, "Crucify Him!" I might as well have been Judas' betraying kiss; I might as well have been the very nails in Jesus' wrists, but He still loves me. He loves me constantly and completely. He calls me His. He lets me belong to Him after all the times I have rejected Him, after all the times I have doubted His goodness, sovereignty, and grace, and all the times that I still will, Jesus still loves me. He loves you, too, more than any boy of girl ever will and more than any romance novel could ever describe.
This, my friends, is the greatest love story of all time, a story that is meant to be carved on our very hearts. This is what we were made for: to give the maximum amount of glory to The King of the universe. 
By the way, Jesus didn't stay dead (spoiler alert). He is with us, in our hearts, guiding us. I can say with complete sincerity, "It is no longer I who live, but Christ who lives in me" (Galations 2:20)
Little one, have courage.
Bow to the King.
Live for Him because it is so incredibly worth it.

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