Good Friday

by Joe Thorn on March 25, 2005

Many in the Philippines are taking Good Friday very seriously. Today at least 11 men and one woman were literally nailed to crosses. About 100 men in one town, old and young, whipped their backs with bundles of sticks as relatives helped keep the blood flowing with razor blades and water. For all their devotion I am afraid they have missed the point.

Let’s back up a bit and begin with the incarnation. God became man. The son of God was conceived by the Father in the womb of a teenage girl who was engaged to be married. He was born into poverty, and was taught carpentry by his earthly father. When he hit his 30′s he began preaching and teaching. He called unqualified, ordinary men to be his disciples. He would be their rabbi. The Rabbi. He befriended the poor, the sinners, the sick, the forgotten and the lost. It was said of him that he would take away the sins of the world. He said that his gift for the world was eternal, abundant life that we could have today. He invited all who were spiritually thirsty to come to him and drink. He said he came to serve, not be served. And all of this was ultimately accomplished on the cross.

Jesus was nailed to a cross of wood as a criminal of religion and state, and perhaps he was – though not in the ways accused. His life and message included a revolt against the popular religion of the day and established a King with greater authority than any emperor, ruler or president. Yet he was no enemy of the world. It was his love for the world, and his covenant with the Father that led him to the cross, for there our sins are washed away and the just penalty for our sins was paid. His death is our good.

Good Friday is more than a day of remembrance. It is a day of invitation. It begins with the indicative of what Jesus did and flows into the imperative of what Jesus calls us to do. So let’s remember, Jesus denied himself and carried his cross – obtaining salvation for us and showing us the way. He denied Himself by submitting to the perfect will of the Father, by seeking to serve and save others rather than being served and saving himself. He carried his cross by being obedient to the point of death. No one took his life from him, but he laid it down on his own accord. He willingly gave up his life to take it up again three days later gaining victory over death.

But Jesus calls us to do more than remember. He calls us to deny ourselves, carry our cross and follow him. This means we put God and others first (the greatest commandments). It means we follow Jesus in such a way that his desires are our desires, and his actions become ours. It means giving up the suburban values of safety and comfort and practicing the virtue of self-sacrifice as a picture and a preaching of the Gospel. Following Jesus is not merely about what we believe. It is also about what we do. Some say it this way, "What we say we believe is not what we believe. What we do is what we really believe." So Jesus calls us to follow: to believe; to do; to be; to carry a cross; to die.

The death of Jesus holds our life, but it also holds our death. In his death we find forgiveness of sins and eternal life, and in his death we find a call to die. To die to self, sin and the world and in that daily dying we find freedom. Freedom to be like our Savior. Good Friday is all about death, and it is good.

  • Laurie

    Joe:
    Thinking further on this…(and jumping off of some of yesterday’s sermon…)

    I wonder if we realize what a gift this death really is? Do we “get it” that not only was this the “only way” (that many of us hear as, “last resort” or “plan B”) but it was actually the best and most gentle way to secure our salvation for all eternity?

    In the same fell swoop of cursing Adam and his decendents with death, God provided the means for their (our)redemption. If death came by one, then life could also come by one. Legal is legal both ways.

    And in fact, death was not to cover up the mistakes made by Adam in messing with the original plan … death WAS the original plan. God meant for it to be this way.

    If we think about how tenuous and frail our own salvation might be in our own hands — how easily and thoughtlessly cast off by brutish and stupid indescretions — we can’t help but be overwhelmed by the kindness and mercy of God to take it out of our hands — off our backs for all eternity — and onto his own.

    Think about it… the angels fell and weren’t redeemed. They rebelled once and were lost for eternity. No second chances, no opportunities to repent. Gone in a nano-second. Theoretically, I suppose, (and I’m no expert on angels, so I’ll offer that as a disclaimer now) the ones who haven’t fallen yet could still fall. One mistake and they’re history — forever. What I’m getting at is that their salvation isn’t secure — it’s tied to their own sustained obedience. (At least that’s what’s determined which angels are where up to this point, yes?)

    But ours isn’t. We have the richness of the mercy of God to depend on again and again. Every time we mess up and are not condemned to hell the gift of death should be made real to us again! We aren’t left here to be eternally separated from God. We aren’t left to our own measures to try to suck it up and somehow “get right” with God (if that were even possible). And we aren’t condemned to life in everlasting agony and torment. We get to come to God and cry, “Forgive me, Daddy! I don’t want to do it again.”

    Easter is (or should be) the greatest wonder to every believer! Instead of asking sour questions we should be faced squarely with the amazing revelation that God would stoop low enough to save ME??? The perpetual screw up? The professional back-slider?? Why oh WHY would He do that? We do well to never really answer that question, but always be amazed at the thought. We should be bursting at the seams with praise and wonder and gratitude and GOOD NEWS! Where is our enthusiasm for the grandeur that we so easily take for granted? Somberness has no place in our hearts — not on Easter! I don’t mean silliness or irreverance, but “DEATH, WHERE IS YOUR VICTORY? DEATH, WHERE IS YOUR STING?” should be shouted with boldness and confidence in the one who not only defeated it but used it as the defeating blow as well!

    Death is not the opposite of paradise… it’s the best means of not only getting there, but staying there — forever. And I can’t help but wait with eager anticipation for the day when this earthly life is done and the reality of eternal life — eternally secured by one better able to manage it than I — is mine.

    just musing out loud,
    Laurie

  • Another Chapman

    Okay, when I called you a “jerk” I didn’t mean it. You’re not a jerk.

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