In Christianity, I understand the urge to rush to Sunday - the triumphal resurrection moment. It is a beautiful moment, and it is worth celebrating! But I urge you to not rush past Friday...a Friday that is somewhat strangely referred to as good. Christ didn’t rush past Friday.
As much as He may have desired that the cup of pain, anguish and despair that He was about to endure would pass, He drank that cup in full. If we are called to this same death as His followers, than the unfortunate—yet good—reality is that we must drink it as well.
We must step into the mystery of that pain, that loss, that rejection, and that isolating despair. As much as we all love Sunday (and we should!), I dare say the clearest, most beautiful picture of the character and love of God was painted today—on Good Friday—on the Cross.
The beauty of the resurrection is not seen without the suffering of Good Friday’s Cross. I don’t know what that death looks life for you, or the grief that it is causing, and I surely don’t want to over-spiritualize it, but I encourage you to walk toward it. He’ll meet you there.
“Few among us would ever opt for the narrow gate of grief, even if it were guaranteed to lead us to God. But if our most profound losses—the death of a loved one, the ending of a marriage or a career, catastrophic disease or alienation from community—...
“bring us to our knees before that threshold, we might as well enter. The Beloved might be waiting in the next room.” @MirabaiStarr #GoodFriday
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