Sometimes I have a hard time with the idea of “Good” Friday because it was probably the worst day of Jesus’ life. Sleep deprived. Betrayed and abandoned by friends. Falsely accused. Whipped. Beaten. Crucified. How is this a good day for Him?
Yet today I find myself reflecting on Jesus’ words on the cross: It is finished.
I think about the combination of exhaustion and exhilaration I experience when I cross a finish line and wonder what He must have felt in that moment–His body completely wrecked, but His heart swelling with the deep satisfaction of having persevered and tasting the joy of what was about to begin. The victory. The celebration. The reunion in heaven. An eternity of being one with His bride. Good Friday indeed.