I started to title this "Happy Good Friday," but it seemed contradictory. Good Friday is a reminder of our sin and shame. The cross, a symbol of death and suffering -- all because we are sinners. But it is happy in the sense that Jesus gave it all so that we don't have to. Beaten. Mocked. Flogged, Paraded through city streets with a cross on his back. Skin, muscle and bone shattered as nails pierced him to the cross. Stabbed. Slowly bled to an unfortunate death.
All for us. All for you. In place of us. He. Hung. On. That. Cross. He experienced pain and misery. That's why he understands yours. He loves you. Immensely.
To follow him, to truly follow him, we must pick up our own figurative crosses. He asks us to give up something, sacrifice, serve....a small price to pay to follow him. Today, as he's slowly dying on the cross, I'm thinking about my cross. Is it enough? Am I doing enough? Am I a follower of Christ or a fan? What about you?
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