Good Friday, a reblog from last year. Blessings!
For your listening pleasure on this “Good Friday”:
When I was a little girl, I used to ponder how “Good Friday” got it’s name. What a horrible day, I thought, when an innocent man traded places with a guilty man and died a horrible death at the hands of those He came to teach and heal and love. As I grew, the Lord taught me, about goodness in the face of evil; a perfect sacrifice made for sin. And as I continue to grow, He continues to teach me about life through death, growth through obedience, and joy in suffering.
In the name of the Father (who gave His only Son), and the Son (who was obedient, even to death on a cross), and the Holy Spirit (who bears witness of the Son, and draws us to Himself). We are grateful.