On Good Friday we remember the Cross. The death of Jesus Christ, many, many years ago.
This one event changed history- and the future. My future, but also the future of all creation. Good Friday in a way is not a celebration; that comes on Easter Sunday. Good Friday signifies suffering and isolation; forgiveness and hope; redemption and salvation; shame and rejection. But new life, the defeat of death and Jesus’ victory are soon to come on Easter Sunday. Jesus took my shame; my sin; my pain; my worthlessness; my rejection of my Creator on himself on the Cross. Astounding. Asombroso. God made Him who knew no sin to be sin for us.
Totally humbling.
This Good Friday falls at a completely unique time for us. We are in a complete lockdown in Santa Cruz- we are literally only supposed to leave the house once a week. We are experiencing a little bit of isolation and distance- although nothing to compare to the isolation and distance Jesus experienced.
It is also nearly a year since Roz’s Mum died. And this is where the power of the Cross comes through. Because Good Friday always leads to Easter Sunday; Jesus’ death leads to His resurrection; apparent failure and disaster leads to victory. And this gives us assurance that we will see my mother-in-law again. Jesus died and was resurrected and so will she.
Hope. Redemption.