“The lesson of Good Friday is to never lose hope, or at least give it 48 hours”
You maybe somebody that wonders, it is weird that the biggest religion in the world has one of their biggest celebrations which is the death of a person. Must be a group of sadist and eccentric people to make a big deal out of the death of a person and to take it a step forward to call the day he died, a Good one. The Audacity, right? Well, as dark and cold hearted it may sound, there’s a meaning that goes behind it that has stood the test of time. The meaning and truth to it is plenty but one of the greatest beauty of it is simply the greatest gift for mankind. We simply celebrate the death on a Friday because we know a Sunday is coming. We call the day the Saviour died because we know what will happen 3 days later.
Talk about a mixed sense of emotion. We’re happy because he died because he isn’t really dead because he is coming back? It’s going to be a long conversation with that colleague of yours who is going to ask you about your long weekend leaves. But that is the beauty of this whole ordeal, it doesn’t make sense to the logical mind, why would anyone do that? Why would anyone suffer the suffering he suffered, go through the gruesome torture like he did, be crushed under the wrath of his father? Why would anyone in their right mind chose to do this? Because He loves you, that’s why. That’s it. Period. He loves you. There is no other huge undiscovered phenomenon or anything, it was simply love that held him on the cross. You can interpret it, put fancy words to it, paint a picture, hum a tune, make a grandeur of a display but the fact of the matter remains the same, He loves you. Simple as that.
God simply wanted to be friends with man, he made everything so he can have a good life, but man in his own thinking said, No thanks and left God. Ever since that happened in a beautiful garden, God has been on the planning of the greatest love story ever made. The Grand Redemption story, with one hero, his son, to get back the villain, us. Trying making a better love story Hollywood. You simply can’t. A hero that waited centuries, to get back to the same ones that didn’t want him. It simply is beautiful. And oh what an honour to be on the receiving end of that Hero’s story. The sheer thought that he would climb that cross for me, that he would stretch his hands and give every last drop of blood for me, that with his last breath in his lungs, would be for me. Calling it a privilege would be underselling it.
No pain, no palm; no thorns, no throne; no gall, no glory; no cross, no crown.