Good Friday

An article by Don Quixote    1 Comment

Good Friday is one of those hard days for me.

I’ve been a Christian now for years (almost 22 years). Some have been good years, and some not so good years, but one thing has always remained the same. Good Friday.

It is that day every where when I stand before God and see his son on the cross and know that I put him there. I know that by my actions, by my love of the flesh more than the love of what is good has put him there.

My selfishness, my anger, my lust, my lies, my sin.

I am responsible for his death.

It’s a dark time. It’s hard to look over your actions and examine them for what they are. To see into your heart and to know what is really there. See it’s easy to lie to the people around you, it’s even easier to lie to ourselves. We are the victims and everyone else is wrong, but in the end, we are a product of our own actions.

But there is always a moment of clarity in all that self loathing.

While Jesus died because of my need, I didn’t put him there.

He did.

He made the choice to pay the price for my sins.

It was his love, his goodness, his compassion and forgiveness that held him there to take the punishment for my wrong.

He died in my place not because he had to, but because he loved me so much, he couldn’t do anything else.

And because of that there is hope.

Because of that there is forgiveness.

Because of that, I can have life and life eternally.