i by no means consider any death good. good is not the first word that comes to mind when i think of torture, sacrifice, bloodshed. but this day... this day is Good Friday.
without it, id be nowhere. nothing. just a mess of a girl.
Jesus in all of his infinite, mortal glory experienced something so tragic and dark. and it was good.
He took on all of our shame, lies, pervertedness, arrogance, gluttony, deceit, murderous thoughts, hateful words, depression, mediocrity, self loathing, and then he died. and it was good.
it wasnt an act of self. there was nothing boastful or shiny about it. He was a man obeying the command of His Father. acting as a final blood sacrifice. it was raw. dirty. unlovely. and it was good.
it was good. because without it we would all be damned.
however, we are redeemed. but only if we choose to believe this act of unspeakable grace. only if we let it change us.
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To the cross I look, to the cross I cling
Of its suffering I do drink
Of its work I do sing
For on it my Savior both bruised and crushed
Showed that God is love
And God is just
At the cross You beckon me
You draw me gently to my knees, and I am
Lost for words, so lost in love,
Im sweetly broken, wholly surrendered
What a priceless gift, undeserved life
Have I been given
Through Christ crucified
Youve called me out of death
Youve called me into life
And I was under Your wrath
Now through the cross Im reconciled
At the cross You beckon me
You draw me gently to my knees, and I am
Lost for words, so lost in love,
Im sweetly broken, wholly surrendered
In awe of the cross I must confess
How wondrous Your redeeming love and
How great is Your faithfulness
-Jeremy Riddle "Sweetly Broken"
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