As they were going out, they met a man from
Cyrene, named Simon, and they forced him to carry the cross. They came to a
place called Golgotha (which means “the place of the skull”). There they
offered Jesus wine to drink, mixed with gall; but after tasting it, he refused
to drink it. When they had crucified him, they divided up his clothes by
casting lots. And sitting down, they kept watch over him there. Above his head
they placed the written charge against him: this is jesus, the king of the jews. (Matthew 27:32-37 New International Version)
I
hate that I woke up this morning with other things on my mind. It took me a bit
to remember that it was Good Friday. What do I do now that I know what today
is? I can’t remember the last time I was to church on Good Friday – it is just
always such a sorrowful service that I can’t handle it. Which feels like one of
the greatest sins I commit. Can’t handle
it? And look what Jesus had to handle
for me.
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