Waking up to the sun on Good Friday seemed odd. I wonder if it will be this bright throughout the day. This day of darkness and somber recognition of what the Trinity had planned for us seems like it should be overcast and gloomy. This afternoon I will venerate the cross, gently touching the wood, kissing the place where Jesus hung, and accepting that I am a beloved sinner.
The cross is our guide. There are times we are hung on either side of Christ. We have carried our own heavy cross, dragging it through the streets of our lives, falling, wondering where the strength to get up will come from, and aching in ways we have never known. We have turned our heads and seen that the One beside us has already walked the path, his blood drenching the way for us. We have been the one who has cried out, “Jesus, remember me!” Perhaps we have also been the one who has mocked Christ, wondering if He is truly capable of redeeming the situation we find ourselves in.
Yet Jesus in humility and love hangs there upon the cross, looking us deeply in the eyes, promising that we will join Him in paradise, His longing, penetrating us to our depths, heals us. Look back into those eyes this day, wherever you are on your journey and find strength. God is working something new here. Be open to what it is. Trust the journey to Calvary. May the Way of the Cross be a beacon of Light amidst the darkness.