It’s Friday and as always we gather and write.
But today is also a special Friday.
Good Friday. What a name!
Doesn’t it sound preposterous, blasphemous?
Paradox?
Maybe even insulting?
A day full of tears, pain, suffering, desperation, death.
It’s over.
All wonders and miracles have come to an end right here.
Hope was in vain and now it has ceased.
Nothing is good about today.
I wonder if the people entertained such feelings as they walked up that hill so many thousand years ago. Following the cheering crowd.
Led by the man carrying the heavy cross and the sins of this world.
Seeing the savior, their Messiah, die.
The man, the God, they had laid all their hope on.
No, there’s nothing good about this day.
I wonder if we entertain such feelings as we walk through life with all its demands, struggles, desperations.
Suffering from disappointments, seeing hopes and dreams die.
As if there was nothing good about this day.
Good Friday. What a name!
The best name because there is so much good about this day.
There’s hope for a new, eternal life.
Death does not have the last word.
There’s encouragement for the hard-working, attention-seeking people. We do not have to do good, our savior has made us good long before we even began our day’s work.
There’s rest for the weary, exhausted soul.
His life wants to restore and renew yours. Every. Single. Day.
I’m so glad the story doesn’t end that Friday.
It is just the very good beginning of the world’s greatest redemption story.
Behind the shadows of the cross we can already see resurrection looming.
The beginning of new life, new hope.
May we see its coming light in our darkest hours, may we believe the good news it brings, even though it is so hard sometimes.
Happy Easter, friends! There’s good news ahead!
As always, linking up with the fabulous crowd over at Kate Motaung‘s Five Minute Friday.
So true! I am so glad that we always see the shadow of Sunday coming up on that Friday already!
Friday is only Good because of the Sunday that came. What would we call it if Sunday had never come?