There is someone in my life who frequently (mistakenly) calls Black Friday “Good Friday”. I usually get a good chuckle out of that. But then I think, perhaps Black Friday is more appropriate for the day we commemorate Jesus’ death – the day the skies went black.
In some countries this day has a more bleak name. So, why do we call it good? Some say that “good” actually started out as “God’s”. Others suggest that “good” actually meant “holy”. This makes sense but, still, I’m not sure who officially decided “good” was appropriate given that by modern definition it doesn’t seem to be a “good” day.
Seriously, what’s so good about Good Friday?
This morning I spent some time reading with my son about Jesus being sentenced to death and we will continue to read throughout the day. We were reading from his beautifully illustrated Bible for Little Ones, so I would hardly say it’s graphic or very “bleak” by any means. And still, I got choked up reading it.
Perhaps it was because I was holding my baby in my lap thinking about how God gave His son for mine but I was completely overwhelmed.
I am filled with emotion when I think about God’s goodness to us. That He would send His son to die for us, so that we could be united with Him rather than separated by our sin.
That He not only loves us that much but he wants us that much. That He didn’t give up on us, but instead, He pursued us through the cross.
This is the day we remember how Jesus was beaten and bruised so that He could become the Good News for us.
This is a good Friday.