I have always liked Good Friday. I like all that the day is and means. I like the emotional rollercoaster ride that I am taken on; with its ups and down, highs and lowest of lows. From the large, boisterous crowd to the emptiness of the hill. From the thunderous pounding of nails to the silence of a lifeless Jesus. And the quietness of a contemplative congregation sensing that something better on its way.
Yes, I like Good Friday. Not because Jesus carried a cross up a hill; but because Jesus took your sins and my sins upon Himself giving us His righteousness. Not because Jesus was pierced by nails and a spear; but because He saved us from a pierced and broken world. Not because Jesus was crucified and died; but because I am given a new life in Him.
Yes, I like Good Friday. Because without Friday there could be no Sunday. Without the crucifixion there could be no resurrection. Without death there could be no life.
Yes, I like Good Friday. Because without the goodness of Friday, there could be no greatness of Sunday!
