The Church has called this day, Good Friday. We know why it’s good. Because as so many preachers have bellowed to the shouting “hallelujah’s” of those around them—-“SUNDAAAAAY’s A COMING”! For years I’ve appropriately celebrated this day in soberness and remembrance of the price my Savior paid to release me from the prison of my sin, like Barabbas. But, for friends of ours and their son, this is a GOOD Friday they’ll never forget–it’s a GREAT Friday. It’s not just a remembrance celebration, it’s a reality of huge proportions. Life will never be the same.
For too many today is just another day, another Friday, another Good Friday. No more, No less. But I know that because of Good Friday, every day has meaning. That’s what I know.
You’re messed up. So am I. Sin has deeply affected us.
Some affects are obvious. We lie. We lose our temper. We gossip. We act selfishly.
Some affects are subtle. We judge others. We try to appear better than we are. We hold others to our standards. We give love when we feel it’s earned.