Good Friday

Woke to a beautiful Spring morning, curled under a refreshing coolness blanketing a soft wet dewy dawn; I relished in the moment, rejoicing in the treat of having my windows open and it being cool enough to need my heavy comforter to keep me warm.  Ah, Spring in South Carolina! It's simply delicious with beauty for all the senses! As I stirred, not wanting to miss the wonder of the morning hours, it dawned on me it was Good Friday.

Sad, sober day: I put myself in the shoes of Jesus' disciples... what a night they had had.  And Now Jesus was in the hands of the authorities, on His way to the Cross.  I am sure they were a mess of panic, of disbelief, maybe a tinge of hope that something awesome would happen and He would show the same power that had quieted the demon-possessed, raised Lazarus from the dead... maybe He would call down a host of Angels and bring in the Kingdom... maybe? But it did not go down like that in the Garden, in fact they had witnessed Jesus in an odd weakened state, sweating blood... No move to raise His hands or voice in power, no command for the storm to be still... no....

They took Him away.

Arrested Him.

They scattered... in mind, body and emotion.

What pain, what horrifying pain.

And it had just begun....

"Who has believe our message and to whom has the arm of the LORD been revealed?" 

"... He had no beauty or majesty to attract us to him, nothing in his appearance that we should desire him..."

"...Yet we considered him stricken by God, smitten by him, and afflicted."

"We all, like sheep, have gone astray, each of us has turned to his own way; and the LORD has laid on him the iniquity of us all."

"Yet it pleased the Lord to bruise Him; He has put Him to grief.
When You make His soul an offering for sin, He shall see His seed, He shall prolong His days, 
And the 

   pleasure of the Lord shall prosper in His hand.  
        He shall see the labor of His soul, and be satisfied.                

By His knowledge My righteous Servant shall justify many,
For He shall bear their iniquities."

What a Glorious Moment to remember, what HE did... to know... He did this for ME.  
Are YOU among the many?



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