Day 39: TGIF

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It’s my favorite holiday…holy day.

This holiday has nothing to do with celebration, and everything to do with it. It has nothing to do with me, and everything to do with me. No presents, but Presence. No wrapped gifts, but The Gift unwrapped and nailed down.

Do not speak of E***er or resur***tion today. Do not tell me “Sunday’s coming!” because today I don’t know that.

Today is a day to stare death in the face. To contemplate sacrificial love. To see beyond all the trappings and get down to the CRUX of the matter — one man, the God-man, nailed to wood. Spat on, rejected, mocked, cursed, beaten, betrayed. Literally the weight of the world’s sins on His shoulders.

And this is how He asked us to remember Him!

“He took some bread and gave thanks to God for it. Then he broke it in pieces and gave it to the disciples, saying, ‘This is my body, which is given for you. Do this to remember me.'” (Luke 22:19)

It is not His glory that He asked us to remember, but His suffering. Too much of the Church misses this, and so too much of the Church doesn’t know what to do with suffering. We give pat answers, spout some Bible verses, and point to Heaven.

The American prosperity gospel would like us to think that being a Christian means an end to suffering, when it’s actually just the opposite. Jesus knows what it is to suffer, and we are to share in His sufferings and come alongside the suffering world…and our suffering Brothers and Sisters.

He came to die. Following Him means dying. To make many journeys of descent and find life in death. It’s all backwards from the American Dream and what the world says will give satisfaction. But Jesus was always backwards from the norm.

Thank God it’s Friday? Yes.

And Thank God FOR Friday.

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One thought on “Day 39: TGIF

  1. CassandraToday

    I’m with you on Good Friday. Just a few minutes ago, I remarked to a friend that, while I celebrate Easter as joyously as any Christian, for me, Good Friday is the climax of Holy Week, even of the liturgical year.


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