Good Friday.

The adjective (Good) used with this noun (Friday) messes with my mind – Every. Single. Time.

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

Then I shudder.

Amazing Grace.
Thank you, Lord.

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I’m not a fan of vitriol but I can understand why there is so much of it online.

It is repression finding voice. People need to be able to let off steam.

I, however, believe there is a positive way to do it and a negative way.

I wonder if it is too ambitious to start a “positive Friday movement”. No vitriol, no sarcasm, no swearing. Just nice posts, polite posts, positive posts….

I’ll start with me ­čÖé

#positivefridaymovement

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┬áIsaiah 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) ┬áto make real what Jesus┬ádid 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.┬á

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.