Good Friday

"I want you to leave tonight feeling a little bit empty."

I realized something tonight about Good Friday.

It's a funeral service.

We wear black, we are sad, and we meditate on the death of our loved one.

This service is different though because it feels as though we have no hope. Our Hope has died on the cross. Our Hope has been locked in a grave. Our Hope has been mocked and beaten and crucified for us.

A funeral indeed.

Our feeble minds cannot comprehend that in this death, there is life. That our Hope is not dead, defeated.

Our Hope is triumphant and we celebrate that fact on Easter Morning.

"Where, O death, is your victory? Where, O death, is your sting?" The sting of death is sin, and the power of sin is the law. But thanks be to God! He gives us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ."