innocens:

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randytemple:

Never hold on to anything tighter than you’re holding on to God.

When someone spends time with you and your love language is time??? Sigh when im trying not to get so emotionally involved but you go ahead and spur me to do such things. Im not even sure if i should halp.

cherishedsuggestions:

thank you for existing.

Good Friday was the Worst Friday

mikedonehey:

Today is Good Friday.
At least, that’s what we call it.
But make no mistake,
Good Friday was the worst Friday, until Sunday.
I’m talking about the absolute worst Friday of all Fridays.
The perfect, unblemished Lamb of God drank down our shame,
and somehow we have the audacity to call that day “good?”

Think about it.
We modernists, frequently ask, “Why do bad things happen to good people?”
And yet, on Good Friday, the worst things happened to the best person,
and most of us barely blink.
But of course, we don’t blink because we live on the other side of Easter.
We live in the revelation of sin atoned for
and our Messiah’s victory over death.
We aren’t nervous as Christ unthinkably marches to his death.
We almost scoff at the unbelief of the disciples as they scatter and run.
“Don’t they know what’s happening?” We balk.
“Don’t they remember Jesus said he’d rise again?”
“Don’t they know it’s all gonna be alright?”
It’s amazing what we can understand in the rear view.

So this “Good Friday,”
I sit here pondering in retrospect just what God was up to,
and how, maybe one day, in this life or the next,
I’ll be able look back on certain “Worst Fridays” of my own,
and see that God was up to something beautiful even then.
Maybe one day, all my Worst Fridays will be Good Fridays when I fully see
the glorious redemptive power of our God in all its fullness.

I won’t lie,
I’ve often been confounded why Jesus felt the need to be dead til Sunday.
I’m sure there’s lots of cultural and historical relevance here
that I’m not aware of, but I’m serious.  
I’ve thought, “Why couldn’t He just have been dead til Saturday?
Why make the disciples wait a whole extra day?”

But now, I’m more grateful than ever for that day in between.
It’s almost as if God is calling out to us from the pages of the gospel.
“See my child,  
You’re not the only one who’s felt like the waiting’s gone too long.
You’re not alone in your longing for redemption.
You’re not alone, even on your worst Friday.
Give me enough time, and I can make even this day good.”