Reflection on Good Friday

Artwork by Joseph Kroese

Even as a kid I wondered why they called this day Good Friday.  In looking at the cross it never seemed like a good thing.  Reflecting on good things makes me realize that many things in life do not, on the surface or while in the midst of them, seem like good things.

I am pretty sure everyone can look at their life and the hard, dark places that come with living and wonder where that good part is hiding.  Sometimes you have to look pretty hard to find even a slight glimmer of the good.  This is true, especially when you are in the middle of a hard place.  There are some hard things that you may not see that shimmer of light for several years and some maybe never while on this earth.  I am guessing that is where faith comes in and the hope of things unseen. (my slightly garbled version of Hebrews 11:1)

Do you ever wonder about Good Friday? Do  you ever wonder if the disciples felt like their entire world was crashing down and dying on the cross with their Lord and friend?  I wonder how they found the courage to take that next breath and wake up the next morning.  Did they find themselves sighing deeply, hunching their shoulders to ward off the next psychological blow, swallowing back the tears and looking for anything to relieve the incredible pain?  Did they spend those next three days asking “What if”  or saying “If only”?  Did they for an instant see the glimmer of the good that would come from this violent, brutal killing of the one they loved? Or was the darkness just to deep and the hurt so bottomless that there was no comfort and there were no words?

As a mom I cannot imagine how Mary survived those days. The memories of Jesus as an infant, the images in her mind of him taking his first steps, saying his first word.  Did she remember if she was angry that he had stayed back in the temple, as a child, rather than leaving with his family on that trip home from Jerusalem? Did she ponder all these things and remember the words and promises that her son had told her? After having that horrible image of her son hanging on a cross stamped indelibly in her mind was there a small flicker of hope that he would rise from the dead or was it just to much to even think at all?  There is no way I can begin to comprehend the despair that she, as a mom, felt at that point.

If you are going through a hard time that seems so dark that no light can penetrate; remember the promise of this day….this Good Friday.  Yes, it is a good day.  The promise of this day makes the living through the tough times less difficult.  Not necessarily easier, just less difficult.   This good day has brought grace.  It has brought forgiveness. It has brought redemption. It has restored us to our place as God’s dearly loved children. That is a gift that is beyond imagining and I am ever so grateful. This day does not protect us from what life brings but it gives us hope for an amazing future.  It is a promise.

So look for that glimmer of good, that glimmer of hope, that little sliver of light in the circumstance you are in.  Hang on to the promise of this day.  Hang on to the One who loved you enough to die for you and more than that, who was raised to life and is even now  at the right hand of God and is interceding for us (Rom. 8:34)

May you be blessed wherever you are on this Good Friday and remember Sunday’s coming!!

I have loved you with an everlasting love;
I have drawn you with unfailing kindness
Jeremiah 31:3

The cross at the top of this post was drawn by my youngest son when he was in high school. I love the way how this drawing reminds me how much Jesus loves me and each of us. I love being reminded that I am free, really free because of what happened on that one day…..that Good Friday so long ago.

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22 thoughts on “Reflection on Good Friday

  1. thechickengrandma says:

    Reblogged this on The Chicken Grandma and commented:

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    Over the years I have accumulated some “pretty” crosses. I gathered some of them up today to take a look at them. And yes, once again, I thought they were very pretty and very decorative.

    I have a friend who sends them to me every so often. She knows I like them. I think I like them because they remind me of her and they remind me of Grace. As I was looking at them I wondered if I also liked them because they were a picture of a neat and tidy Grace?

    They are beautiful and there is no hint of the brutality that took place on that rough wooden cross so many centuries ago. There was nothing beautiful or tidy about that cross. It was ugly, harsh and had blood dripping down it. I don’t think my pretty crosses really show the full measure of the sacrifice made for us that day.

    The only beautiful thing about it was the absolutely pure love of the one they nailed to it. His selfless act, His love of us “while we were yet sinners” (Romans 5:8) amazes me, humbles me and calls for some type of response from me.

    Last year I had just started blogging not too long before Good Friday. I am going to repost my blog from that day. After rereading it, I wanted to re-share it. I know some of you are going through hard places in your lives at this time and I pray it brings you hope in the promise that is the cross. The promise of the One who hung on that cross and was Hope made flesh.

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  2. Deb says:

    Wow that’s so beautiful Faye. Your son is quite talented too. Thanks for the reminder with your words of how lucky we really are. That there is nothing so difficult that we can’t endure. Wishing you a blessed Good Friday!! xo

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  3. kindergartenknowledge says:

    I learned something new…I didn’t know that one of your sons is a graphic artist. How exciting! When I worked at newspapers, I loved to watch the artists. I would have loved to study graphic design…I wanted to study architecture. However, I had never heard of a girl who became an architect. Today…I would think…”Ok–I’ll be the first”. People certainly change! When we first took Justin to UT-Austin to look at the departments he was considering for a major…Mike had to practically pull me out of the architecture department. It was so fascinating! Justin considered architecture, but settled on Radio, TV & Film. And also he majored in…hiking and climbing rocks, canoes, kayaks and long bike rides!!!!

    Your post is wonderful, of course! I too have thought about Mary and how she must have been deep in despair, yet I think that she was filled with hope and faith. Such contradictions! Oh goodness…I have felt that way for sure! Hope and faith won! Some days, I do have to work for a while on letting hope and faith take first place!

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    • thechickengrandma says:

      The youngest son is in graphics. At this point he gets to combine his love of vehicles and graphics. He designs wraps for everything from cars to boats to stadiums and Zambonis. He is the one married to my web guru :). They met at college.

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      • kindergartenknowledge says:

        I am so confused! I though your youngest son was the one going out with a first grade teacher!!! I missed the boat somewhere! So happy that he met the web guru! Her pictures is in the family wedding picture on your site…both of your daughters-in-laws are so very pretty. And…did I ever tell you that I love your outfit in the picture? Oops…off the subject!! What a wonderful job your son has! You two have very bright children!

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      • thechickengrandma says:

        LOL My middle son is going out with the teacher! We hope to add her to the family in the future….sooner rather than later is my view! He is my semi truck driver.
        Thank you for the compliment on my outfit! I found it on a clearance rack at Kohls…..I love a good deal! I of course thought I should have been thinner but oh well……..it was a great day!
        The youngest is the one who is going to make me a grandma again! In September. I cannot wait.
        The oldest has the two grandkids and he is a finish and trim carpenter…..makes beautiful furniture on the side.
        Don’t we all have the smartest children?????? And if you don’t believe us, as moms, just ask us again!

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  4. beaconsoflife says:

    Well, I’m crying, because there are times I feel unworthy and I am going through a time of struggle, which I won’t get into here. Thank you so much for sharing and reminding me of what His sacrifice has done for me and all of us. Beautiful picture by your son and your words so well portray what happened on that day.

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