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A Good Friday to Start

Good Friday: The most sad day on the Christian calendar. It’s a day to consider things. It’s a day to remember. I don’t consider my thoughts on it to be profound. This is just a way for me to organize and express them. We grow by sharing, and if this somehow benefits others, too, then great.

It’s a Good Friday to start walking down another path. This path is different.

God made him who had no sin to be sin for us, so that in him we might become the righteousness of God. 2 Corinthians 5:21. (The New Testament of the Bible.)

It is one thing to say a person is evil, sinful, bad, or wrong. It is beyond my understanding to say that God made an individual person, Jesus, to be… Sin. How does that even happen?

Every sin from the beginning of time, every evil thought and deed ever done, or that will ever be done; every deed that was, is, or will be named as a sin, or that is yet unnamed, unimagined and unborn; any blackness from the depths of depravity, for all of history; every despicable thing that could ever have been or will be committed by anyone who has ever or will ever exist… God made Jesus that that thing!

It is one thing to say that a person is righteous, good, pure, that he or she does good things, but would anyone dare say, I am as righteous as GOD? Would anyone dare lay a claim to the goodness and purity of GOD? Yet GOD says that because of Jesus becoming Sin we can become the very righteousness of GOD. He defined the terms, the only terms He will accept.

Yet, we will not accept it. We cannot. How dare I say such a thing! What scandal is this, that the great, powerful, omniscient, omnipresent, unapproachable GOD would stoop so low as to become one of us, not even one of us, something much lower, and then, and then, and then… that He would cover Himself, inject Himself, and identify Himself as the very same refuse of the world, that we so despise to see, much less to… be? How could we accept such a contract?

But that is exactly what he says, a shadow foreseen by the prophets, a life lived by Jesus, a light proclaimed by his disciples who received the message directly from GOD the Father.

That is the thing that shakes me to my core. There is no good deed, no prayer, no act of contrition, no gift that I can bring to Him; no sacrifice I can lay on the alter, no smoke, no incense, no life of straining goodness that I can ever offer in exchange for His gift. There is no act of piety or purity that I can point to that can ever, ever allow me to stand before my GOD… except what GOD Himself has done for me through Jesus Christ His Son, which he offers with outstretched arms and open hands.

I am undone. I am ruined. I am hopelessly lost… except for Good Friday.

On this day about 2000 years ago darkness, an earthquake, and then the separation between GOD and Man ended. There was only one last thing to get out of the way. One more impossible thing. Just one more trifling inconvenience. Just one. It is darkness we so fear.

But Sunday is coming!

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