Good Friday

Today is Good Friday, a day commemorating the event that changed the world and our relationship with His forever. Truthfully, on the surface, there is nothing good about a man being nailed to a cross.

In Jesus’ day, the cross was used as an instrument of suffering, of humiliation, of death. In that sense, it represents the worst humanity can do when fear, power, and pride take control.

And yet, today we call it good.

Why?

Because out of love for us, Jesus chose it. It didn’t lessen His pain. We were not justified in nailing Him to it. Jesus did not deserve it. Yet, Christ chose surrender over resistance, forgiveness over vengeance, and love over self-preservation. It’s certainly not something I could do.

Good Friday reminds us that God does not stand at a distance from our suffering. He willingly enters into it.

God knows betrayal and He knows injustice. The Lord Almighty knows grief, loss, and silence.

And still, Jesus chooses the Cross.

Because He knew the Cross was not the end of the story. It was the doorway to a new beginning.

The Cross ushers in grace for you and me, the undeserving. It gives hope for us, the weary. It brings life to the lifeless. Today, we sit in the weight of the work Jesus did there.

We don’t rush past it.
We don’t skip ahead to Sunday.

We remember. We reflect. We allow the reality of the Cross to do its quiet work in us. Sometimes the most powerful transformation doesn’t happen in celebration but in the stillness of sacrifice.

Today is good because, thanks to the love of God, the story isn’t over.