It’s Good Friday.
Nothing feels all that good about it.
Drizzling rain, a day shrouded in dreary gray.
The rocky outcroppings on which our condo’s perched, drip rain.
Yet, I love these rocks, big brave boulders, pummeled by winds and storms, still standing, supporting.
Today, they’re an object lesson, taking me back to Christ’s donkey ride into Jerusalem and something I read in the devotional booklet, free for the taking, at the back of our church.
The March 20th entry grew out of Luke 19:39-40 when the Pharisees chide Jesus for not rebuking His disciples and followers for cheering as He clip clops past swaying palm branches and hosanna laced air.
Jesus responds to the Pharisees,” If they kept quiet, the stones along the road would burst into cheers!” (NLT)
The author, Lindsay Hardin Freeman, wrote:
” Judas will betray him and the rest of the disciples will fall asleep. But the stones of the earth will support the weight of the cross. They will cradle his body in the tomb when all goes dark, and they will be the first witnesses of the resurrection.”
We, who call this Friday Good, Christ calls living stones. (I Peter 2)
We can cry.
And many will on this day of remembering when Love died.
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