It always rains on Good Friday.
Since Easter 2011, God has gotten me through some crazy things. He’s led me through my last year of university, He took me half way around the world and back, He’s remade me, changed me, grown me, He’s slowly making me into the person I’m meant to be.
But Good Friday isn’t about me. Good Friday is about the day that my Saviour, the Lord Jesus Christ, allowed Himself to be covered in sin so that every single person who steps foot upon this planet for even the smallest period of time could be forgiven and loved by our Creator.
Jesus walked the Via Dolorosa, too weak to carry His own cross after having been beaten and whipped by the Roman soldiers. He could have had this pain taken away, He could have asked His Father God to do it differently but the night before, in the Garden of Gethsemane, He prayed, “Father, if you are willing, take this cup from me; yet not my will, but yours be done.” (Luke, 22:42) He was so worried, so nervous, so stressed out that He actually sweat blood.
I think that we sometimes forget how human Jesus was; He may have been God but He was also man, and He was terrified to die.
Jesus’ death on the cross is so much bigger than my little worries, so much bigger than my dissertation, or my post-university plans, or what I’m having for dinner tonight. Jesus cares about these things, He cares that I try my best, and that I don’t become a bum, and that I eat, because He knows these things are important to this world; but most of all His death means that I don’t need to worry, that I don’t need to stress about anything because His resurrection on Sunday means that He’s in control, He’s got this; not even death can stand in His way.
His resurrection means that no one needs to worry, not a single soul; if You just trust in Him He’ll take control of everything. And once You take hold of Him, He’ll never let go of you.
Like I said at the start, it always rains on Good Friday… but on Sunday, the Son’s going to come out… See what I did there?