April Second; Thoughts on Good Friday and Sacrifice

 The Wind Chimes are being played by a left over Winter wind. My phone moments ago announced that we were under a freeze warning again tonight. Please let this be Winter’s last hurrah as she exits stage left and Spring smiles out to us in her warmth and sunshine. The fire I built in the wood stove did not go out last night, so it was easy to build it back up to fill the house with warmth. 

It is Good Friday. Since my nephew cleared and tilled my garden for me yesterday, I could and normally would, be planting my garden, but for that freeze warning. My small garden is planted  in a section of my parent’s yard since my yard doesn’t get enough extended sunlight. Mom told me that from what she could see from a distance, he really worked hard on that spot. I have to do my best to keep it that way. With the cold, it appears that Monday will possibly be my day to plant, we’ll see.

 As it is, I am sitting here in my usual spot. I’m enjoying the sunlight, bright and glorious outside, and yet another cup of coffee.  I am at peace and in a good place. It is a Good Friday for me in many ways. But to consider and realize, what this day really means for me and others as Christians. Jesus knew what was coming. He knew what He was about to endure. He went anyway. That is love.


 He was not only beaten with the fists of the soldiers, he was scourged https://www.biblestudytools.com/dictionary/scourge-scourging/.

Soldiers created and shoved a crown of thorns roughly down onto His brow.  He knew, all this was coming. All through the Old Testament it had been foretold, He Himself warned His disciples, it was coming.

He was paraded through the streets of the city, forced to carry the method of His approaching death. Bodily nailed to a cross, a slow torturous death, that ended with His words, “It is finished” The curtain that separated man from God, torn from top to bottom in the temple.

Why, is this called Good Friday? Why, when Jesus the Christ, suffered so terribly. The pain He felt as fully man, how close to unbearable that had to be. His body torn by the scourging, His hands and feet pierced. But He did it, for love. He paid a price we could not, for He was perfect and without sin. The only true and pure sacrificial lamb, slain for our sins. Because we are so loved. Only love, could bring about such an act. Only love, understanding the purest form, where one lays down their life for another, could bring this about. Sacrifice.https://www.christianity.com/god/jesus-christ/what-s-so-good-about-good-friday.html

Would we, be so willing to do such a thing? Would we, give our life for another? This young man did; https://www.newsbreak.com/news/0Z7jYgvH/north-carolina-18-year-old-sacrifices-his-life-uses-his-own-body-to-shield-10-year-old-from-hail-of-bullets?s=oldSite&ss=dmg_local_email_bucket_3.web2

As I sit here, contemplating the day and its meaning, realizing yet again, what a gift was given, I am humbled. I am loved, you are loved,, we are all loved, to such an extent. And yet there is the knowing, this was only the horrific beginning of the gift and blessing.

Thank you Lord Jesus, for your love.

About rebecca s revels

A writer, a photographer, a cancer survivor. An adventurer of the mild kind, a lover of the simple pleasures such as long walks and chocolate. A Christian unashamed of my faith and a friend who is dependable and will encourage readily. Author of three self published books with more waiting to find their way to paper. An advocate of good things, a fighter against wrongs.
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