While we know Sunday is coming, it’s important to pause in the reality of Good Friday, the day on which our faith and hope stand.
“He drank a cup of wrath without mercy, that we might drink a cup of mercy without wrath. The agony was not the fear of death but the deep sense of God’s wrath against sin which He was to bear.” John Oswald Sanders.
We cannot fathom the weight of sin Christ bore. Let us take time to express our deepest gratitude to the One who loves us so.
And Jesus, my lonesome Jesus,
Called out once more to his Father,
Saying:
My God,
My God,
Why hast thou forsaken me?
And he drooped his head and died.
And the veil of the temple was split in two,
The midday sun refused to shine,
The thunder rumbled, and the lightning wrote
An unknown language in the sky.
What a day! Lord, what a day!
When my blessed Jesus died.
Oh, I tremble, yes, I tremble,
It causes me to tremble, tremble,
When I think how Jesus died;
Died on the steeps of Calvary,
How Jesus died for sinners,
Sinners like you and me.
(An excerpt from James Weldon Johnson, “The Crucifixion” 1927)
Praise the Lord, Sunday is coming.