Good Friday: Emmanuel is Crucified

Good Friday

Today is Good Friday.  A somber day.  Painful and hard.

Jesus is tried and crucified today.

The pain began last night as He wept and prayed in the deserted Garden of Gethsemane.  Sure, a few in His inner circle were with Him, but sleep overtook them.  Jesus had prayed alone.

After all, He didn’t want to do what was necessary, but knew it was unavoidable.

The pain continued when He was approached by His friend Judas – one He loved; one He talked, laughed, traveled, shared, and cried with – accompanied by a crowd of gruff Roman soldiers, ready to overtake Him.  The betrayal cut deep.

The pain carried Him as they arrested Him in the night and gathered false witnesses to testify against Him.  It seethed when they spat upon and struck Him.

With each blow, slap, and insult, the pain shot straight to His heart.

There is pain in love.

The pain landed Him in front of Pontius Pilate, the regional ruling Roman of the day, and then to King Herod, the Jewish king, and then back again to Pilate.  The pain overcame Him when the seething crowd chose, in a superficial act of Pilate’s “mercy”, to deliver freedom to a monstrous murderer, instead of releasing Jesus.

Pain accompanied every whiplash and blow as He was scourged in a Roman punishment.  It was viciously released i every strike and stab from the crown of thorns.  It carried Him to the cross as He embraced it, ready to carry it to His transformation on the Mount of the Skull.

Pain was in every jarring step as He ascended the executioners’ mountain.  Pain drove every nail and spike through His divine hands and feet.

Pain coursed through His body as He hung on the cross.  Pain made His lungs squeeze and His muscles shutter.  Pain was coming to an end.

And in a dramatic climax, pain exited His body, along with His Spirit.

Jesus was fully aware of the Path of Pain He had to take to bring us to the Lap of His Love.  He did it willingly.  Purposefully.  Intentionally.

After all, there is pain in love.

But pain was buried in the borrowed tomb.  And pain would stay forever captive there, as we’ll soon see.

What are you thoughts?

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