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And one will say to him, ‘What are these
wounds between your arms?’ Then he will say, ‘Those with which I was wounded in
the house of my friends.’
Zechariah 13:6
Our faith is based on one God who had ONE begotten son; He became a righteous sacrifice to make us presentable to the Father. The thought is brutal – and violent. Jesus’ crucifixion was the required act to
allow me access to God. Without Good
Friday, we would have no hope- no religion.
The crucifixion happened on the same day as
the beginning of the Jewish Feast of the Passover: a festival that
celebrates the Exodus of God’s Holy people from Egypt. The last of all the Egyptian plagues was the
death of the firstborn son – or the hope of the family. To escape this plague, God commanded Moses to
sprinkle “the blood of a perfect lamb”
over their doors: the north, south, east and west. Can anyone say that the two events are coincidence? At Passover, the blood of a righteous sacrifice at the
entry of a dwelling place saved them from death - and was in the shape of a cross. On Good Friday, God gave us HIS sacrifice - the sacrifice of His own Son - to release us from our inheritance of sin and death; His Blood will save the lives of
all who believe.
The cross is an absolute perfection. It is the greatest miracle for Christians; it is our identity. That’s maybe why we wear them and hang them in our homes. Without the cross, we are a hopeless
people, playing church with each other. On this day – Good Friday
- Jesus fulfilled most of the Messianic prophecies.
The death of God’s righteous sacrifice
was the price for my life - and God paid it.
I am humbled by this and will never fully
understand it until heaven.
