I’ve never quite understood why we call it Good Friday. What’s so great about it? Isn’t this the day Christ was was crucified? When I really think about what today symbolizes it doesn’t leave me happy or with the warm fuzzies. It leaves me sad. I grieve the fact that my sin caused the most horrific torture and death of the One I love more than anything else. It breaks my heart.
A couple weeks before Easter 6 years ago I went with John to see the Passion of the Christ. It had just come out in theaters and I was pretty nervous. I knew the Biblical account of the crucifixion and I had heard that the film was pretty graphic. I was right. I sobbed through the whole thing. I came to Christ that week.
John bought the film when it came out on DVD with plans to watch it every Good Friday – to remember what it is that we’re remembering. I did the first few years, and I have to say that Easter was even more joyful because the image of what it was that Christ overcame was so fresh in my mind. I don’t know if we’ll watch it tonight. To be honest I get a little nervous every time we do watch it because it’s just so intense. But I do think it’s important to realize what our Lord went through because of His unmeasurable love for us.