It's hard to leave someone you love alone. Friday is like going to Jesus' murder and burial all at once. Something He chose, in letting us not choose Him.
When someone asks you who killed Jesus, what do you say? Sin? Injustice? Me? Everyone in the Old Testament, except, like, Job? And everyone since?
Understanding Why or for Who hasn't always been what led me deeper in prayer. Repeating what I've known my whole life - He died for humanity, He died for all of us, this is the plan of salvation, the mystery solution God had all along - doesn't always hit me. It's True, it's incomprehensible, but it isn't what gets me.
It's the death of my best friend. The only one who cheers me on when everyone else expects you to fail.
It is Good because I love Him. It is Good because He loves me.
When you love someone, today is hard not because of your guilt. But because of who He is, who He was, from the beginning, ever shall be, world without end.
When you love someone, today is hard because of His pain. His pain for no reason. His pain for no guilt. His pain for no fault, except that He was in love.
Blind. It's like He was blind in love.
Except... He wasn't. He had full knowledge, full will, full comprehension of what crucifixion meant. And He had no patience for the world's torture, knowing it would keep you from Him.
With each step, He draws you closer.
With each cry, He fought for you.
With each nail, each scourge, each question, each spitting jeer, He knew He was taking down one brick in the wall to get to you.
Have you ever been that loved? I know I haven't.
Let His love validate you. Let it sink in, absorb it. The blood on that cross is the sum of love. Bleeding fingers, bleeding feet, bleeding side, bleeding heart.
The cost of loving you.