Good Friday

Poured Out

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I am poured out like water and all my bones are out of joint. My heart is like wax it is melted in the midst of my bowels. Psalm 22:14 KJV

When we are singing “It is well with my soul” we should always remember the price of what we are singing about. As a teenager I always loved the Christmas presents I got from my stepmother. She bought me beautiful expensive clothes, but she always left the price tag on! She didn’t mind spending the money, but she wanted to be sure that I treated her gifts other special care!

In the garden Jesus said that His soul was sorrowful unto death. He agonized in prayer in order to accept the suffering of the cross. He asked if there were any other way and then sweat ran down His face like great drops of blood. Just hours after

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He had finished praying, Jesus was nailed to the cross. The Bible tells us that He was poured out like water. Last, the spear pierced His side and the last drop of the lifeblood of Jesus flowed down to the ground. What a price He paid for us!  Maybe like me you will go to church this Good Friday and receive communion. Jesus said that each time we receive the bread and drink from the cup we are to remember His death until He comes. Jesus is not angry that our sin drove Him to the cross rather in love He chose a way of  leaving the price tag attached so we would know the price of His gift.

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Abundant Life

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In an abortion first it is necessary to deny a child’s existence and then to deny it life. In preparation for Easter may we spend time to mourn our loss as a nation for the many who will never try on little shoes or buy an Easter dress. But our Good Shepherd knows each one of even His smallest and forgotten lambs by name. On Good Friday He choose to die in our place and on Easter Sunday to give us an abundant life!

He Couldn’t Stay on the Cross

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After the crown of thorns

And after they beat our Lord

And after He cried “I thirst”

And a bitter cup was offered

After the nails were driven

And the thief cried, “Remember me!”

At the foot of the cross they gambled

While He gave His life on the tree

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Then soldiers were sent to see

If their deadly job was done well

They came and pierced His sweet side

Through that wound His blood was spilled

Then a thunder cloud roared overhead

While they stood looking up at the cross

And Jesus hung quietly still

While His friends thought all was lost

But He couldn’t stay on the cross after darkness

Was the rule they required that day

So Joseph of Arimathea

Came to take Him away

He couldn’t stay on the cross after nightfall

While he waited for Easter’s bright dawn

And the mighty breath of the Spirit

And the angel who rolled back the stone!
Dearest friends: In honor of our Lord I post this simple poem as a remembrance of all He has done for each of us. Have a blessed Easter and may you pause to reflect deeply on Jesus who has become our life through His astonishing choice to give us His on the cross!