Good Friday

Tonight I’m going to my church’s first ever Good Friday service. My pastor believes Christians focus too much on the resurrection and rush over the part about Christ sacrificing for our sins in a most brutal and painful way. His goal is to take us through the events of Good Friday and make us so utterly depressed and devistated that the glory and miracle of Easter will be rebirthed on Sunday morning.

I’m looking forward to this because too many times I rush through Easter and never take time to really reflect on what happened on calvary. I’m looking forward to focusing on Jesus’ sacrifice and not making Spring Baskets, or finishing school projects, or deciding when we will have our Easter Seder.

I’m looking forward to experiencing Christ’s sacrifice!

UPDATE:

We went to Good Friday services and though I would have liked it to be a super spiritual experience, my five year old next to me prevented me from totally entering in. Grace sat really still most of the time, playing with her Mariposa pixies, interjecting questions about the pictures of Jesus up on the screen. At one point she saw Gibson’s Jesus with the crown and blood and said “that looks painful. I wouldn’t want to be Jesus.” Finally, when it was almost all over, I let her climb up on my lap and loved on her as I listened to the final words of Jesus and how he loved on me!

My five year old gets what Good Friday is all about and though it lacked the spiritual experience I had hoped for, it drove home the point. What Jesus did was painful, and I’m so glad he did it for me!