The day that death died.
I enjoy writing an Easter post every year. I enjoy being closed on Good Friday every year, and as I contemplate showing my 11 year old the movie “The Passion of The Christ”, my mind wanders to the moment when Christ fully gave in to the plan of God.
The moment, as a man, He decided that there was no turning back. Early 30’s, feeling alive, people following you and loving what you are doing. The establishment hates you, which I imagine was a pretty empowering feeling for the spirit of the man inside. The God inside was resistant to those earthly pressures, fame, potential fortune, praise from those around you.
But it is so hard to remember, He was a MAN on this earth. Given the power of God, He was still in a man’s body, and He was tempted, and He was stressed, and life was a struggle, and through it all, Christ was the perfect embodiment of resolve.
Good Friday is the day that means the most to me this time of year. “The day He Chose” to kill death. If you aren’t a Christian, you are probably wondering why all the fuss. No matter what you believe, the historian’s perspective should be enough to peak your interest.
Meaning, skip the Bible. Just look at the fact that this one man has changed the entire face of the planet. Christian churches exist everywhere, 2000 years after His death. Those who followed Him had NOTHING to gain other than persecution and death. Yet they continued to tell His story to the masses, in the face of jail, and execution. Witnesses had nothing to gain, only truth to be told. It is the most overwhelming evidence that this man was truly the son of God, and that He truly chose to walk the path towards death, in order to rise, in order to save us all.
Christ is my hero, and on this day, we celebrate that heroism. God Bless, and Happy Good Friday!
Be Blessed and Be Well! – Dr. E