Posts Tagged ‘Good Friday’

I Need God’s Grace
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The Cross on Mt. Soledad in San Diego

This year more than past years remembering that Christ was called a man of sorrows acquainted with grief has ministered to me. “He was despised and rejected by men, a man of sorrows and acquainted with grief…” (Isaiah 53:3)

I recognize more than ever that I need the Lord’s grace and tender mercies. I long for His healing touch.

Our Ongoing Mourning

My family and I continue to struggle with Hannah’s passing, or as we’ve begun to say her moving to heaven. Recently the thought occurred to me that it doesn’t matter if I get angry or sad or somewhere in between, none of that will bring my daughter back to me. As King David said after washing his face, changing his clothes and worshipping the Lord in reference to his son who had passed away in 2 Samuel 12:23, “Can I bring him back again? I shall go to him, but he will not return to me.”

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We Miss Our Beautiful Hannah, but We are Glad She is Celebrating Now

No matter how much I long for it, Hannah will not return to me. I do miss her every day. I do long to see her and hug her again.

These are some of the reasons why I love that the Bible says that Jesus was a man of sorrows acquainted with grief. I feel through all of this the Lord is saying to me in a very personal and tender way, “I know your pain, I know your anguish. Hannah’s death was not in vain.” What a wonderful comfort. What a wonderful savior!

The Pain of the Ultimate Loss
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Our family in Mexico City

A few weeks ago Dawn and I went to see the movie, The Shack. I read the book a number of years ago, but I didn’t remember the story all that well. I’m aware of the controversy surrounding both, but that is not my purpose for mentioning it here.

As I watched the movie with Dawn I was surprised by how much the story ministered to me. It touched me as I saw a father grapple with the loss of his daughter. His sorrow, his anger and even his disappointment with God. There was a point in the movie where one of the characters playing God said, “It’s not your fault.” That is something I’ve wrestled with in pondering the why’s behind Hannah’s passing. I too sensed during a time of prayer that the Lord said to me, “It’s not your fault.” I think they are words that I need to be reminded of often.

A father is supposed to protect his child from harm, so when the ultimate harm comes there is a sense of failure. I wasn’t able to protect and keep my daughter from the tragedy of death. That’s so painful! Thank you for the man of sorrows, who is acquainted with grief. Thank you for being there for me.

Thank you for this day when we remember how Christ suffered on the cross for our sins. Good Friday seems like an oxymoron when we consider what it is referring to, but as many have said before, “It’s Friday, but Sunday is coming. Hallelujah!”

This hope that we have in Christ. This hope that David declared in recognizing that one day he would go to see his son, that is the hope that sustains us! We give thanks to the Lord for such a wonderful hope!

In His Grip, Dave

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Crosses on the border fence

Crosses on the border fence in TJ

Friday is a dark day, but the light of Christ shines brightly from the empty tomb on Easter Sunday.

Thank the Lord for the cross, where Christ bore our sins. Where Christ paid it all – tetelestai, it is finished!

John 19:30

When Jesus had received the sour wine, he said, “It is finished,” and he bowed his head and gave up his spirit.

Luke 23:46-49

Then Jesus, calling out with a loud voice, said, “Father, into your hands I commit my spirit!” And having said this he breathed his last. Now when the centurion saw what had taken place, he praised God, saying, “Certainly this man was innocent!” And all the crowds that had assembled for this spectacle, when they saw what had taken place, returned home beating their breasts. And all his acquaintances and the women who had followed him from Galilee stood at a distance watching these things.

In His Grip, Dave

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Crucifix

Crucifix

I’ve always struggled some with the darkness of Good Friday. I mean, it’s a super important day in remembering the death of Christ for our sins. Without the cross there would be no resurrection, and as Paul says, if the resurrection is not true we should be pitied.

“For if the dead are not raised, not even Christ has been raised. And if Christ has not been raised, your faith is futile and you are still in your sins. Then those also who have fallen asleep in Christ have perished. If in this life only we have hoped in Christ, we are of all people most to be pitied.”

—1 Corinthians 15:16-19

My problem with Good Friday isn’t the significance of what we celebrate, but it’s a dark day. Christ had to suffer God’s wrath on the cross. He bore our iniquities. It’s a brutal day. The movie The Passion of Christ, somewhat captures the brutality that Christ endured. If it weren’t for the resurrection maybe Good Friday would be the worst day in history. It surely is the worst as far as man’s sin sinking to its lowest in crucifying the son of God.

Crucifix and Calgary on the Charles Bridge in Prague (Inscribed in Hebrew from Isaiah 6, Holy, Holy Holy is the Lord of Hosts)

Crucifix and Calgary on the Charles Bridge in Prague (Inscribed in Hebrew from Isaiah 6, Holy, Holy Holy is the Lord of Hosts)

The best thing about Good Friday is knowing that Sunday is coming. The resurrection is coming! We can celebrate again that He is Risen! The darkness turns to light. Christ is the light of the world!

Good Friday is a somber day. It reminds us that Christ called upon us to take up our cross and follow Him. There is sacrifice in the Christian life. If I’m honest, this too is probably part of the reason I struggle. I don’t like to be reminded of the sacrifice. We live in a self-indulgent culture.

My prayer as I enter Good Friday: “O, Lord, thank you for the sacrifice you made. Thank you for dying on the cross for my sins. Work in my heart, and wean me from my unwillingness to follow you in this way. Thank you for dying that I might have life. Praise you for your grace, and your tender mercies.”

I pray the Lord deepens your walk with Him on this Good Friday, and that you have a wonderful Easter. There is power in the blood of Jesus. Amen. He is Risen! Amen!

In His Grip, Dave

P.S. I will write about our intern Emily Gryder after Easter. I thought I should reflect on the importance of what we celebrate this week in this post.

P.S.S. Just sent out our April E Newsletter, if you haven’t had a chance to read it check it out here…

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