easter scene with crown of thorns, hammer and nails with blood on sand

When I sit back and really think about Good Friday, it’s not a happy scene going on in my head. This is because I know that I was responsible for Good Friday. The verse that hits me on Good Friday is Isaiah 53:5.

But He was pierced through for our transgressions, He was crushed for our iniquities; The chastening for our well-being fell upon Him, and by His scourging we are healed.

I have replaced all collective pronouns (we, our, etc)  to make real what Jesus did for me. I have bolded the changes so you know what I’ve changed.

But He was pierced through for my transgressions, He was crushed for my iniquities; The chastening for my well-being fell upon Him, and by His scourging I am healed.

I am meant to be pierced, crushed, chastened and scourged for all eternity. Instead, He was pierced, crushed, chastened and scourged in my place. How can I not love this Man?

Good Friday.

The adjective used with this noun messes with my mind – Every. Single. Time. 

Until I remind myself to see the adjective for Friday in the context of Sunday. 

Amazing Grace.

Thank God for Easter Sunday. If not for Easter Sunday, I don’t think I can handle Good Friday.

Thank you, Lord. Really.