Good Friday. The day our Messiah died. My first thought is, what’s so good about it? Why would someone call that day “good”?
So I looked it up. The “good” in Good Friday doesn’t have the meaning one may expect. It doesn’t mean nice, pretty, tasty, etc. In this sense, it means “holy.” We observe Good Friday as a holy day.
That, I definitely understand.
Oh, the events of this day. I don’t like thinking of what happened. For any human to be treated the way Jesus was treated is horrible. I hear of how innocent people are treated sometimes now, and it’s atrocious, but it doesn’t even compare to what happened on this day so long ago. To make it even worse, Jesus wasn’t just any human. He was the Son of God. The promised Messiah. The Savior. And He was tried and convicted on trumped up charges. He wouldn’t try to defend Himself. He knew it would do no good, and He also knew what He had to do.
Pilate, the Roman governor, could find no basis for crucifying Jesus. He tried to release Him. The Pharisees had managed to persuade the crowd to demand death. They chose for a murderer to be released instead of Jesus. Pilate famously washed his hands of the matter, but allowed the crucifixion to go on.
Our Lord, our Savior, our Messiah, was spit on. Beaten. Mocked. Whipped. Humiliated. He had a crown of thorns put on His head, and was repeatedly hit on the head with a staff. We all know the story, but have you ever stopped to think about the reality of it? The King of the Jews had THORNS repeatedly shoved into His head!!
Once the Roman soldiers were done tormenting Jesus, they took Him to be crucified. They were thoughtful enough to offer Him a drink, but it happened to be bitter wine that Jesus chose to do without. They gambled for His clothing. And while Jesus was hanging on that horrid cross, He was constantly insulted by the very people He was dying to save.
It was such a dreadful day that the sun stopped shining. Jesus hung on the cross in agony for six hours before giving up His Spirit.
At the very moment of Christ’s death, the curtain was torn. What curtain? In Israelite history, curtains were used in the temple to set the holy place apart. Only the priests could enter the holy place. Regular people were not allowed. The priests had to take the people’s requests to God.
But Jesus’ death tore the curtain! That means we can go to God ourselves, without having a priest to do it for us. Something good did happen that day!
The next day was the Sabbath, so before sunset, a rich man named Joseph, from Arimathea in Judea, who had become a follower of Jesus, asked Pilate if he could have Jesus’ body. He bought new linens to wrap the body in, and placed he placed Jesus in his own tomb that he had cut out of a rock. He rolled a large stone in front of the entrance. Mary Magdalene and Mary the mother of Jesus would return after the Sabbath to prepare Jesus’ body.
It was a very dark Friday. But guess what y’all? I read ahead, and Sunday’s coming!!!!!
Take time this week to remember what Jesus went through during this Holy Week, over 2000 years ago, for OUR benefit!
Have a blessed & beautiful day!