Good Friday (on Saturday...)

Yesterday was Good Friday.
I can only imagine what a horrible, awful day the very first "Good Friday" was. But I am so thankful that looking back 2000 years later we can joyfully describe it as good. And how good it is.
Some people ask, "Does God love us? Really actually love us?"
All those years ago how clearly He showed His love.
Every bead of sweat.
Every tear that fell.
Every drop of blood.
Every moment of sacrifice.
Every prayer cried out.
All of it proclaiming how He loves us.

Completely innocent.
Offering Himself as a sacrifice for all of us.
The good and the bad.
The ones who love and the ones who hate Him.
None of whom are worthy.

The perfect sacrifice.
The perfect act.
The redemption of the world.

Oh, how He loves us.

But he was pierced for our transgressions,
he was crushed for our iniquities;
the punishment that brought us peace was on him,
and by his wounds we are healed.
Isaiah 53:5

What an extra Happy Saturday!