Good Friday Thoughts

How great the pain of searing loss,

The Father turns His face away

As wounds which mar the chosen One,

Bring many sons to glory

Christ, on the night he was betrayed, prayed three times that the cup of God's wrath be taken from away from him. A man who always experienced the fullness of the presence of the Father was now going to experience the most agony. The Father turned His face away and Christ cried, "Why have you forsaken me?" Do you think that Jesus cried more over the separation from the Father than the wounds that showed his ribs?

Perhaps it was because Jesus knew the over-surpassing, joy and delight in being connected to the God. I pray we might know that more and more this Easter.

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