Easter is obviously the focal point of Holy Week, not as many people talk about Good Friday. I understand that the resurrection of Christ is amazing, He conquered death for us. But I want to think about that death today, the fact that our Saviour gave His life in a horrific, painful death for us.
What does the crucifixion mean to you? When you think about what Christ went through that day, how does that affect you?
For me it is all about sacrifice. I examine my own selfish life and the comforts that I take for granted every day. One incident comes to mind from last week on a flight from Houston, TX to Seattle, WA. I was originally on a flight from Houston to Portland with a first class seat because of my frequent flyer status, that was, until my first flight came in late and I missed my connection.
I was angry because they shut the gate right as I got there and would not open it for me, I became a little irate. When I got to customer service I was told that I had to now fly to Seattle and wait there for 4 hours and that I am no longer in First Class but in the back in a center seat between two other people. I am ashamed at the way I talked to the agent, even though she was very rude to me, I had no right to be so rude back.
When I got on the plane I was in a bad mood and refused to talk to anyone around me. The lady next to me was so sweet and tried to have a conversation with me and I just nodded and ignored her; I was a total jerk. Here was this sweet lady who I could have shared the Gospel with and I was more worried about my comfort and the fact that I had to sit in coach in a center seat.
Looking back at this situation I am mortified at my behavior; I was given a chance to share my faith with someone who wanted to talk to me and instead I moaned and groaned for 4 hours. What if God purposed for me to miss my first flight because He wanted me to talk to this woman? What if she was pregnant and thinking about an abortion? What if she was lonely and was wondering about Christianity? I watched her studying my tattoos, the portrait of Christ, the praying hands, bible verses; what a fail on my part to live up to what I try and represent.
It was all about comfort and what I thought I deserved; I fly all the time and one of the perks is free upgrades to first class. I wanted the free meal, the service, the comfortable seat and all the amenities that comes with the status of first class. The problem is that what I wanted was a false comfort, something that is fleeting and will pass away. Instead of being thankful for a blessing, I was angry that what I thought I was entitled to was taken away.
Jesus is God. He came down to earth and became man and sacrificed His life for us to be with Him forever. The Creator of the Universe was willing to be beaten, mocked and nailed to a tree for me and I could not even open my mouth to share His love because I had to sit in coach.
When I think of Good Friday, I think of sacrifice and what Christ sacrificed for me. I think about how I need to be willing to sacrifice whatever He would want me to in order to advance His Kingdom. Today I will be praying for God to bring another Christian into that sweet lady’s life, one who will take advantage of the opportunity to share Christ’s love.
Then again maybe I have this all wrong. Maybe she was sent into my life to show me how selfish I can be and her kindness was a witness to my sinful ways.
So what does Good Friday mean to you?