The moon and stars they wept,
The morning sun was dead.
The Savior of the world was fallen.
His body on the cross,
His blood poured out for us.
The weight of every curse upon him.
“About three in the afternoon Jesus cried out in a loud voice, “Eli, Eli, lema sabachthani?” — “My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?” Matthew 27:46.
It’s Friday. Christ is still on the cross. The world has rejected Him, Heaven has turned its back. Carrying the sins of the world on His back He is utterly alone — and He is dying.
We don’t like to linger here. This is not the part of the story we want to focus on. But we must. For this is the price of our freedom.
Without Friday, there would be no Sunday. Without this sacrifice, there would be no salvation. We must force ourself to see Him, hanging there in agony for a world who didn’t recognize who He was, and what He came to do. Until it was too late.
Sunday is coming, but let’s pause and remember today. The day the price was paid. The day we crucified our King 👑
#goodfriday #itisfinished