“This is my blood. Drink it in remembrance of me.”
Good Friday. It’s the day we celebrate someone being tortured to death. It’s an odd holiday, and it’s unfortunately over-looked.
In the Old Testament, God told the Israelites not to eat blood, not to touch death, that anyone hung on a tree was cursed. That everything the cross was, was ugly–but that’s where God found redemption, in the ugliness. Our redemption–and that’s why we celebrate.
I’ve always tried to find beauty in everything; from illness and thunder storms, to traffic noise and trash. I’ve tried to find redemption everywhere. I never quite understood why I did it, until I really thought about where Jesus found my redemption.
The cross was ugly, but it had to be, because human beings are ugly too. God redeemed them both. And that’s why we celebrate a night of blood and sweat, and pain and tears, and death. We celebrate God’s redemption, that is there through nights like that.
This was beautiful, Hanna. Have you heard Andrew Peterson’s song, His Heart Beat? It’s perfect for this time of year and it just released … this morning I think. This post made me think of it <3.
Thanks. <3
I found it on Spotify, and it's awesome!
<3 <3 <3
😀 <3
Isn’t it beautiful that out of such brokenness and blood, tears and pain, that God brought about the most wonderful love story the world will ever know? Thank you for this, Hanna. This was a beautiful post, and a beautiful reminder of what Good Friday is about. <3
I was writing in my prayer journal, where I keep the bookmark you gifted me, last night, and seeing the bookmark made me think of you. Hope you’re doing well, friend!
Thanks, Micaiah. And goodness, even your comment was like poetry! You’re such a writer. 😉
Aw, thanks. I’ve been good. <3
Amen.
Thanks. <3
That was so poignant, Hanna. Good job!
Thanks so much, Claire.