Beauty in Brokenness

"He has made everything Beautiful in it's time." Eccl. 3:11

Good Friday: Tragedy and Victory

on April 18, 2014

Today is Good Friday.  The day always seemed a little extra special because I was born on a Good Friday.  And I do not just mean that I was born on a Friday and declared it good.  But yea, the year I was born, Good Friday happened to fall on April 2nd… And here I am.




There is obviously so much more significance to this day.  It is a representation of the day that Jesus was crucified.  So on its own, this day is tragic.  There was nothing good about it, especially if you were a follower of Jesus in His day.  THey did not know Sunday was coming.  All they saw was Jesus on the cross.  Their long awaited Savior was dead and crucified.


If you have ever read through the crucifixion story (or seen Passion of the Christ… but you should really read the story) that day was awful.  It was humiliating and gruesome.  Whoever sick twisted person that came up with the process of crucifixion needs some serious help.


Until I was probably well into college, I avoided the story of Jesus’s last days.  Other than sermons, I rarely meditated on it.  I somehow avoided watching the Passion movie at my church, and even as I read through the Gospels, I somehow flaked out right before talk of His death.


Why?  Because it made me uncomfortable.  It is hard to just read it as a story and not realize the significance.  I have noticed a pattern in myself of conveniently avoiding anything that might be hard.  I do not do it purposely, but I can literally shut the door on it in my thinking and walk away.


But this story was not meant for sorrow or guilt.


It is meant for victory.

Praise the Lord, we know now that Sunday morning is coming!


In “Cross Centered Life”  By CJ Mahaney, previously discussed here, There is a chapter on the suffering of Christ.  It centers on His time in a garden praying to God before the tragic events unfold.

Jesus was not always calm, cool, and collected.  This journey was not a breeze for Him.


The passages in the Gospels elude to Jesus crying out to God to use another way for our salvation.  He was literally sweating blood.  This is a phenomena that actually happens but only in  times of severe stress.  He was literally on the verge of death in this moment.  His despair was so great.

It was not the cross that He dreaded, but it was the sins that He would bear.  It was the thought of being seperated from His loving Father.  Even temporarily.

Think about it.  He was sinless.  His heart had never been stained with sin.  Though He had been sinned against, it had never been born in His own body.

Add to that, His Father, the only person who had never failed Him, was about to turn from Him in the moment of His greatest pain.

Jesus knew what was coming… And it wasn’t pleasant.

But that was what made it so sweet!

He chose the cross.  He said, “Not my will but Yours be done.”

He spent some precious time with His Father, gaining the strength He needed, stood up, and walked toward His death.


Why?  Because death had to be paid.  Romans 6:23 says “For the wagesofsin is death, but the free gift of God is eternal life in Christ Jesus our Lord.”


Let’s make it clear.  In the garden, Jesus wasn’t chickening out.  He was prepared to do what needed to be done.  He knew it was not going to be pleasant but “For the joy set before Him, He endured the cross.” (Hebrews 12:2)

He willingly endured the torment.  But it was not easy.


He did that for us.  Even as we beat Him and mocked Him, He lovingly endured Hell in our place.  Not because we were worth it.  Not because we had put in a good effort to get our acts together.  Just because He loved us.


And it was the only way.


If that were the end, we would be fools.  Without Sunday, Friday was a tragedy.  And we would still be lost and hopeless.

But Praise the Lord… Sunday was coming.


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