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Good Friday
Those of you who may have read my first book know that I have a chronic, terminal, and apparently incurable disease, the disease to please. I am, by the grace of God, in remission, but in the past, this ugly disease brought me to the edge of total destruction because of the choices it caused me to make. Even now, it will flare up from time to time and I find myself trying to say what people want to hear rather than the truth.
In very difficult counseling sessions I will deflect the hard stuff and resort to humor. Even in these blogs, I want to tell a cute story, have you walk away feeling better about yourself than when you started reading, and by all means, better about me. But today, I am going to stand against my disease and do what needs to be done.
We call this day Good Friday. That is a misnomer. There is nothing good about the day itself. The only perfect human being who ever lived, the expression of God Himself who came just to demonstrate that you and I are loved. The Perfect Lamb of God was arrested, tortured, crucified, and died on this day. It is, without question, the darkest day in the history of all humanity. Every year after Thanksgiving, millions of people flood into stores to buy stuff they do not need with money they do not have. We call that Black Friday. That’s not Black Friday. This is black Friday, but we call it Good Friday.
I encourage you today to sit with the blackness of this day for a while. Don’t run too quickly to dye the eggs and cook the ham for Easter. Don’t pass too easily to the Good News of the Resurrection. We know that is there. We want to get there. But don’t do it quickly. If you can, attend a true Good Friday service at midday today. If it is a true service you will not be glad you went. It will be somber and subdued. There will be no kickin’ praise music or uplifting sermon. It will be depressing and disheartening. It should be because the purpose is to “know Christ and the fellowship of sharing in His suffering.” (Philippians 3:10)
The scripture reading today is long and includes the entire 15 hours from Jesus’s arrest to His death. Live with it. Meditate on it. Ask God the unthinkable, to let you feel some of the fear, loneliness, pain, and anguish that Our Lord felt on that day. Ask what Jesus asked, “Should I not drink from the cup of suffering?” (John 18:11) As best you can in this fast-paced and shallow world, immerse yourself in the darkness of this day.
And then, towards then at the end of the day, listen to S.M. Lockridge say, “It’s Friday, but Sunday’s comin’” That’s why it’s good.
Mike
YouTube S.M. Lockridge https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QS2wPotScZY
After reading your words….reminded me of the movie title ‘The Good, the Bad and the Ugly.’ Not the movie but the phrase. Today we will be going to service on ‘Good Friday’ for the first time in my life. Never attended a church that had that service until now.
Once again ‘Thank You’ for your inspirational words about our Almighty Creator. Where would we be without his Love and Faithfulness. 🦋
Good morning, hope it’s ok, I copied and shared this, thanks for the blessing
Great message.its Friday But! Sunday’s coming! Thank God for His Mercy and Grace!
Mike, you and I are on the same page…I woke up this morning (facing Colonoscopy & EGD), but was meditating on Good Friday
I thought to myself, “There is nothing good about it!”
Just as you said, they beat, tortured, mocked and spat upon him, they humiliated him, then shoved a crown of thorns into his scalp. Instead of tying him on the cross, they took large spikes and nailed him there!
It hurts me to think how he suffered for us; the precious Lamb of God!
The only thing that is good about Good Friday, is that Jesus completed the work that he was sent to do!
Because he didn’t call angels to set him free…we are free by receiving him into our hearts!!
By the way, is there a cure for your disease? I have it as well, and I will be 70 on Easter. All my life, I have chosen to make people feel better, many times hurting myself, instead of being candid with them.
Happy Easter to all your family,
Sunday’s Coming!🥰
Connie H. Williams