The Hurt and the Healer

Today is Good Friday…you’re welcome from Captain Obvious over here.

imagesI always reflect on Good Friday and often sit in a little alot of judgement on those who left Jesus that day. Those that cast lots over His clothes, those who scorned Him that had been with Him just hours before, Peter for refusing that he knew Him. As someone who has a relationship with Christ, I cannot fathom doing that.

But I have. Many times over.

I have cheapened His gifts to me. I have hoarded them to make them my own, even though they are not mine to claim. I have grown angry and yelled at Him when I felt hope slipping away. I have asked Him to step down from above and do something. As shameful as it is, I have said I didn’t know Him before too.

The entire scene of Good Friday is a story of my life…every individual I have been at one point in my life. I think if we don’t stop to take a hard look at the entire scene we may miss where we all are one of those people. Most of all I think this time of year I am most aware of how He knew I would have sin in my life 2000 years later and He would need to redeem me. He would need to go to that death for me. For you. For us all. He knew and He went willingly.

Good Friday, for me today, is about my relationship with Christ in knowing He hung there while I squabbled over His blessings. He died while I denied knowing Him. He gave willingly while I questioned His intentions and wisdom. He suffered while I demanded my timeline and not His.

God made him who had no sin to be sin for us, so that in him we might become the righteousness of God. 2 Corinthians 5:21


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