He was despised and forsaken of men,
A man of sorrows and acquainted with grief;
And like one from whom men hide their face
He was despised, and we did not esteem Him.
Surely our griefs He Himself bore,
And our sorrows He carried;
Yet we ourselves esteemed Him stricken,
Smitten of God, and afflicted.
But He was pierced through for our transgressions,
He was crushed for our iniquities;
The chastening for our well-being fell upon Him,
And by His scourging we are healed.
All of us like sheep have gone astray,
Each of us has turned to his own way;
But the Lord has caused the iniquity of us all
To fall on Him.
I haven’t always understood why this is called “Good Friday”. I remember years back thinking, “Good? Are you kidding me? All that was done to Him–perfect Him–and this is good?” It left me somewhere between devastated and furious to think of calling this day ‘good’.
But it is good, because He is good. And what He did is good. It was our only hope. Because of the horrific things that happened on this day all those years ago frozen in time, we get to live.
But we get to do more than live. We get to thrive. We get to live in abundance with the King of Glory because He laid it all down and let them pierce Him through. For me. For all of us.
And to think, all we have to do is accept that matchless gift. Just take it and be grateful and live like it means something.
God, help me live like it means everything.