Friday, April 2, 2010

Good Friday

I will be honest, I'm not sure why today is called Good Friday. I've done a bit of reading on the subject, but can't find a concrete answer.

What I do know is this, Jesus did die on the cross, for me. It does not matter what day of the week it took place, not to me anyway. Nor does it matter what time of year it was, what the weather was like, who was there. Not to me. There are only two things that matter:

1. That He went to the cross, for me.

2. That He rose from the dead, for me.

For me. Ya, for you to. But the fact that He did it for me, that blows my mind.

I am weak. But He did it for me.
I am insecure. But He did it for me.
I give way to worry, doubt & fear. But He did it for me.
I am not perfect. But He did it for me.
I was on a road marked for destruction. But He did it for me.
I was fatherless. But He did it for me.
I was lost. But He did it for me.
I was alone. But He did it for me.
I was shamed. But He did it for me.

Remembering what the Lord did on that cross, ya, it was good.

I am strong. Because He did it for me.
I am the Righteousness in Christ. Because He did it for me.
I have the peace that passes all understanding. Because He did it for me.
I am fearfully and wonderfully made. Because He did it for me.
I have been given a new road map. Because He did it for me.
I have the Almighty God for my dad. Because He did it for me.
I am found. Because He did it for me.
I will never be left. Because He did it for me.
I am clothed with strength and dignity. Because He did it for me.

He did it for you to. But today, on this Good Friday, I'm thinking about myself. Because He did it for me.