Good Friday

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Good Friday.

It didn't seem to be a good day at all, that Friday 2000 years ago in Jerusalem, Israel.

There upon the cross on a Friday afternoon He hangs. Lifeless. And Dead. Jesus, the Christ, they'd been following, learning from, hangs in shame, displayed for the world to see. Lifeless and limp they wrap the body of the Son of God in linens and lay their Lord in a borrowed grave.

How many times have we stood in the place of the disciples. The hope, the promises, the life we once saw and held on to, now feels so lifeless and dead. What was once our hope and happiness, have become our sorrow...

Yet, the story here doesn't end with a Friday afternoon tragedy. In fact, the seeming tragedy is the Christian's greatest triumph. You see, on that Friday, Jesus, the Lion of Judah crushed the head of that cunning satan. Because, Jesus, the Son of God, with every drop of blood, cleansed mankind from sin and its devilish condemnation of you and me. On that Friday Jesus became the curse, so that we may be blessed as sons and daughters of God.

That Friday, the story didn't end with the tomb. The mess we find ourselves in today, isn't the end of our story either. Its only the beginning.. If the cross resulted in eternal victory, couldn't God turn our tragedy into His victory?

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