Revisiting… A Good Friday Message


This is a post I wrote on Good Friday of last year. I hope it blesses your Easter weekend.

 

Good Friday?  I’m sure many non-Christians wonder what’s so good about an innocent person being put to death.  On the other hand, many who rarely darken the door of a church will probably go to an Easter service this Sunday, barely or not at all having thought about what happened on that famous cross nearly 2000 years ago.  Don’t get me wrong, I’m glad those people will be there.  Some may not get anything out of it other than a backside that’s fallen asleep whilst sitting in a hard wooden pew (or perhaps even cushioned…).  God will honor his word and the Bible says that it will not return to him void:

“so is my word that goes out from my mouth:
It will not return to me empty,
but will accomplish what I desire
and achieve the purpose for which I sent it.” – Isaiah 55:11

All around the world this weekend, people will hear about the resurrection of Jesus Christ.  I know many skeptics will claim that it never happened, that Jesus was only a good man or teacher and that his followers were so distraught over his death that they made up the whole story to give themselves and others hope.  However, it really did happen.  Jesus actually literally did rise from the dead after three days.  He kept his words, the words that he spoke to his followers that he would indeed rise from the dead after being killed.  His word did not return to him empty.

Even today, His word does not return to him empty.  Today, in various Good Friday services around the world, many will hear about Christ’s betrayal, suffering, and crucifixion.  It is the crux of all history.

I praise God for the salvation that I have through Jesus Christ and hope and pray that many more experience it for themselves.

In closing, I’d like to share a video and the lyrics to a song titled “Maker of the Universe” by Phil Keaggy.

The Maker of the universe
As Man for man was made a curse
The claims of Law which He had made
Unto the uttermost He paid
His holy fingers made the bough
Which grew the thorns that crowned His brow
The nails that pierced His hands were mined
In secret places He designed

He made the forest whence there sprung
The tree on which His body hung
He died upon a cross of wood
Yet made the hill on which it stood
The sky that darkened o’er His head
By Him above the earth was spread
The sun that hid from Him its face
By His decree was poised in space

The spear which spilled His precious blood
Was tempered in the fires of God
The grave in which His form was laid
Was hewn in rocks His hands had made

The throne on which He now appears
Was His from everlasting years
But a new glory crowns His brow
And every knee to Him shall bow

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