For most of my Christian life Good Friday and Easter were “holy days” where I was expected to teach about the doctrinal meanings of the crucifixion and the resurrection.
These are the foundational truths of our faith and it was necessary to be able to speak to them clearly for the sake of pedagogy.
This year, I get to test myself on what I taught.
This year, it’s not just doctrine.
My heart is failing and the future is uncertain.
But it’s not.
Traditionally, at the end of a Good Friday service, the congregation leaves suddenly, silently, and in darkness, to solemnize the death of Christ.
We ought to leave singing and head straight for a party that lasts all weekend.
We know the end of the story.
We know that the enemy was conquered and our sins atoned for at the cross.
We know that after the cross, Christ rose again and because He did, we will too.
Frederick Buechner wrote;
“The worst isn’t the last thing about the world. It’s the next to the last thing. The last thing is the best. It’s the power from on high that comes down into the world, that wells up from the rock-bottom worst of the world like a hidden spring. Can you believe it? The last, best thing is the laughing deep in the hearts of the saints, sometimes our hearts even. Yes. You are terribly loved and forgiven. Yes. You are healed. All is well.”
For me, for you, for all that believe in His name… the future is certain.
Can you believe it?
All has been made well on Good Friday.
I believe, help my unbelief…
Make your own application…