Day 8 I Thursday April 18, 2019

It is Good Friday! A name that stirs a bit of confusion within my soul. Really what is so good about this day? A man died for my sins. A man gave his life for the things that I had not even done yet, but here! am 2000 years later observing it, some say celebrating it. How can I celebrate?

I don't know really, what to call it; maybe sin day or something of that nature. Good Friday sure does not convey to me what happened and why.

When I read the story of today's events, I began to vision the pain and agony that Christ must be going through. I hear the screams of the crowds, possibly the laughter of the Roman soldiers. I hear the sound of a thud as the cross hits the ground. I see the sight of soldiers tossing a tired beaten man on top of that cross. Perhaps the most ear shattering sound of all, the hammers hitting the nails. Really? We want to call this Good?

In all the chaos of the story i can barely focus on the man, the man on the cross. What did he do? Nothing!

What really hurts when I look at this story is what I did to put him there. The fact that selfish, fleshly desires of doing things wrong and my way has caused another to suffer is intolerable. I am faced with the fact that I have not done what is right and have sinned. That my short comings separate me from the eternal bliss of a relationship with God.

As Jesus, Himself, becomes the literal sacrificial Lamb of God, He continues to show an outward concern for the lost by reaching out to the criminal to on His side that acknowledged Christ's true identity and welcomed him as his savior. This again brings my attention to what we as a church do to the lost or troubled that are outside of our walls. I can only hope that if our church received a guest in the coming weeks that had a troubled background and that looked far different than we do, that we would welcome them into the body of Christ out of concern for their soul and show them what Christ's love looks like. The sacrifice that was made was very real and very undeserved but if Christ can remain concerned for the lost during His punishment for OUR sing, then what is stopping us from being able to show the outward care for the lost around us?


Amber Kirk