Living in Good Friday

Imagine it for the past 3 years you have been giving everything to follow this guy who you believed was the very Son of God. You changed careers, have seen healings and miracles beyond belief, but here you are on a hill looking at his bleeding and battered body... wondering why. Why didn't he stop it. You believe He could have if he had wanted to... You had seen Him do SO Much more.  Or Maybe you could not even bared to see it. Maybe you went back to your original house and hid under blankets.. trying to block out the hurt, the red hot pain that now plagued your very soul. 
      Maybe this scenario is not too hard to imagine. Maybe today you find yourself in a similar situation. You once knew the deep and overwhelming companionship with Jesus.  He's healed part of your heart that you know no one but the Great Physician could. But Something happened, You were betrayed by someone you trusted, You were hurt, or maybe you prayed for something so hard only to find the answer was "No." Whatever the catalyst you now find yourself hurting SO BAD. The Pain like blisters on your very soul. You might even question God's love for you thinking "He's done so much before why couldn't he do this. Maybe He doesn't love me" And you cry yourself to sleep... wishing the tears could quench the fire that causes so much pain. 
    Oh Beloved. Their story doesn't end here, and thankfully neither does yours have to. On Sunday in the wee hours of the morning THE GREATEST MIRACLE was to come. Jesus, Himself would rise from the dead. And in that act he would open up the gates of eternal life for us all.  Eternal Abundant life that would start not only when we die but now when we live! Maybe your heart is hurting with shame that you walked away and how could he love you now? Or maybe your lost and can't find your way back. No worries, He knows where you are. With a simple cry He will be right next to you again.  
So this year my prayer for you is not that you stay in Good Friday but your life is transformed by Resurrection Sunday.


Love, Tanya