Walking with Jesus through Holy Week In Scripture and Prayer
Good Friday is the day I come to church with a purse full of Kleenex—and if there is a crucifix of Jesus anywhere, I lose it. The thought that anyone would torture my Lord brings me to my knees. After all, what did He do?
He helped the blind man see. He raised Lazarus from the dead. He made the paralyzed man walk. He healed the official’s son. He fed the five thousand—and I could fill this page with more. Yet that wasn’t the kind of “plan” people expected. Jesus wasn’t building an earthly kingdom. He was calling us to believe: to believe the Good News, and to love the Father with all our heart, soul, and mind. If you think about it, that’s not really too much to ask, is it?
But the priests were so afraid of losing their place in the earthly kingdom that they couldn’t even reach for Jesus’ robe. The bleeding woman could—because she believed. She knew that if she could only touch Him, she would be healed. She had nothing to lose and everything to gain.
On the Friday before Easter, Jesus was crucified at Golgotha between two thieves. And after He died for our sins, Joseph of Arimathea laid Him in a tomb. The Servant of God suffered intensely to provide healing and spiritual restoration for us—for you and for me.
Even Easter eggs can’t soften that. I miss Jesus more on this day than any other time of the year.
GOOD FRIDAY
Isaiah 53:1-5: Who has believed our message and to whom has the arm of the Lord been revealed? He grew up before him like a tender shoot, and like a root out of dry ground. He had no beauty or majesty to attract us to him, nothing in his appearance that we should desire him. He was despised and rejected by mankind, a man of suffering, and familiar with pain. Like one from whom people hide their faces he was despised, and we held him in low esteem. Surely, he took up our pain and bore our suffering, yet we considered him punished by God, stricken by him, and afflicted. But he was pierced for our transgressions, he was crushed for our iniquities; the punishment that brought us peace was on him, and by his wounds we are healed.
Dear Jesus,
I had to call you by name because my heart is so much. All I can really say is
I love you.
Thank you for your life