The Day Love Was Pierced, Good Friday
The sky darkened. The earth trembled. The veil tore.
On Good Friday, Jesus—innocent, beaten, silent—was nailed to a cross. He took the punishment we could never bear, bore the wrath we could never satisfy, and whispered words we could never deserve: “Father, forgive them…”
The cross is brutal. Bloody. Undeniably unjust. And yet, it is the place where mercy meets justice, where death is swallowed by love, where shame is shattered by grace.
Jesus did not die because He lost. He died because He chose to. He chose to stay silent before His accusers. He chose the nails. He chose you and me.
“It is finished.”
Not a cry of defeat, but of completion. The work is done. The debt is paid. The door to God has been flung wide open.
This Friday invites us to ask: Do I really believe He did this for me? What am I still trying to earn that Jesus already finished? Can I sit in the sorrow—and still call it good?
Don’t rush past this day. Let it sink in. Let the cross break you—and then hold you. Because what looked like the end…was the beginning.
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