I remember wondering as a kid, “Why do they call Good Friday, good? It’s the day they killed Jesus!”
To my childish mind, that wasn’t a good day. It seemed like the worst thing possible had happened the best Person possible.
So it should have been called, “Bad Friday”.
Easter was a day of lilies and happiness and candy galore and a tasty ham dinner. Good Friday was a quiet, even depressing day. What was a kid to do?
Teen years, however, brought a vast change in understanding. As a young adult, I found I had gained the adult capacity to hate and deceive and commit evils–all the way from the high of excitement when first doing evil to the depths of despair while trapped in it.
Then I learned that I was powerless and not in control. That I couldn’t fix me. That I had a monster within that would devour and destroy me, unless it was checked and overthrown by some outside power.
What I learned, in other words, was I needed a Savior.
To the ignorant child, Christ’s cross is a nice, irrelevant story to their blissful innocence.
To the self-absorbed or those on the upside of the addiction cycle–who are feeling smug and superior–Christ is annoying interruption. “Go away and leave me alone! I don’t want to hear about it!”
To the self-made person who prides him or herself on living life better than most, Christ is an insult. “I can do it myself! I don’t need Him!”
But to the person on the bottom, to the broken and weary soul, to the imprisoned and desperate heart, Good Friday is the best thing that ever happened.
Nowhere else is human need so great, is human plight so desperate. Nowhere else do we cry out so deeply for help. Nowhere else do we admit the ugly truth of our utter powerlessness and complete enslavement to the evil within us.
We bring all this to Golgotha. And we hear God say, “Yes! I will supply what you need! I will love you so much I will give my one and only Son as a sacrifice for your sins–and exhaust My holy wrath on Him, not you.”
We see Christ not as a helpless victim, but as a willing offering. We see Him loving us there to the uttermost, to the very end of His life and to the very depths of Hell.
In other words, we’re not looked at the tragic and bad circumstances of the day. We’re looking at the Person who laid down His life for us–when we deserved the opposite. And this Person is supremely good! His act is supremely good–unmatched and unrivaled in all history!
And we are looking at its world-wide impact–of countless hearts changed, of hardened sinners converted into caring saints, of grace yielding grace in every aspect of life, and we rightfully say, “This is the epitome of GOOD!”
Instead of indulging in excessive and misplaced mourning, a whispered and deeply felt “Thank You!” is a far better response.
Let it have the greatest and best impact on your attitude, your view of life, your treatment of others, and why and who you live for. It is the best tribute of Christ’s cross-revealed love I know. It is what the world needs to see in such dark times as these.