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Good Friday
Apr. 3rd, 2010 03:05 am4 Yet it was our weaknesses he carried;
it was our sorrows that weighed him down.
And we thought his troubles were a punishment from God,
a punishment for his own sins!
5 But he was pierced for our rebellion,
crushed for our sins.
He was beaten so we could be whole.
He was whipped so we could be healed.
6 All of us, like sheep, have strayed away.
We have left God’s paths to follow our own.
Yet the Lord laid on him
the sins of us all.Isaiah 53:4-6 (New Living Translation)
Technically I’m writing this very early on Saturday, and that’s what the date stamp will reflect, but I haven’t gone to bed yet, so I’ll be assuming it’s still Friday.
My best friend will be working on Sunday(she works at a hospital) so she invited me to come with her to church’s Good Friday service at noon. I don’t normally go to her church but I’ve visited on multiple occasions and I actually went to preschool there.
It was a pretty good service. Her church still has a traditional choir which was nice. My church doesn’t have one anymore and I do enjoy choral music. The music was good and there was plenty of scripture reading.
Near the end of the service, one of the pastors led in prayer and invited people to accept Jesus as their savior. As we were praying I realized that that was where I had accepted Christ. There, in that very chapel in preschool. I knew of course that I accepted Christ in preschool and remembered it it quite vividly, but I hadn’t really thought about the fact that I was in the same place. How fitting, I thought, how wonderful to remember Jesus’ sacrifice on Good Friday in the very place where I came to Christ. That’s when I lost it. Then we took communion and that always makes me cry too.
But God demonstrates His own love toward us, in that while we were yet sinners, Christ died for us.
Romans 5:8 (NASB)
