We have come once again to Good Friday and once again I am amazed and humbled by the sacrifice of God. I know me. I live with me. I am aware of my faults and shortcomings. I am aware of the things that I shouldn’t do that I do and the countless things that I should do that I don’t do. I think it was Stephen King who said that one thing about a writer is that you can’t deceive yourself. I am fully aware of my heart, my mistakes, and where I am lacking.
And God is fully aware too.
And yet, in the middle of all of that knowing, in the middle of all of that lacking God still chooses me, picks me, looks at me and says, “Yes, I will die for you. I know that you haven’t done anything to earn it; I know that you don’t deserve it, and yet, I will pay the price that you can’t pay.”
How can we be anything but awed by that level of sacrifice? How can we do anything but stand amazed at His deep, deep love for us? How can we do anything but spend this day in thanks and in praise for the great God of the universe who chose us and chose to give up His life for ours.
Good Friday indeed.