Good Friday
is the day we celebrate Jesus’ death on the cross. It is a day of mixed
emotions. God himself bleeding and suffering for crimes not his own, but
suffering in our place. There is a certain amount of sorrow, but there’s also
joy, bubbling up from below. The joy comes because we know the rest of the
story. A stone rolled away, a dead man getting up and walking away. The Spirit
descending into each of our believing hearts.
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If he had ridden in on a horse, like some conquering king,
he never would have been crucified. But he rode in on a donkey, a sign of
peace. And it was a donkey that had never been ridden, which was fitting
because the kind of peace Jesus brought had never been offered before. It was a
peace between God and man at the cost of God’s dignity.
The Life—Creator
of all things (John 1:3)—offered himself to go through the violence of birth and
the harsh sentence of living, only to die. Life itself suffered death, so that
we could live again; fall into our Father’s waiting arms. As has been said,
love held Jesus on that cross.

