Good Friday

Today was a beautiful Good Friday – sunny and warm – unlike the dreary, rainy Good Fridays of my childhood which gave my mother cause to lament, “It’s always raining on Good Friday. Heaven is crying over the horrible, gruesome event of Christ’s death”. It was the only time I ever heard her refer to Christ. It wasn’t until I came to know Him as my personal Savior that I realized as horrific was his death, there was more to the story than how God, who humbled Himself to be born of a virgin, becoming a man, died an undeserved, horrific death – a victim, at the hands of his creatures. Or was He. Last year, I posted an article by John MacArthur, The Murder of Jesus , and it’s as good a read this Good Friday as it was last year’s Good Friday. -Sharon

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