This is a repost from three years ago. But, I could just as well have written it this morning. Sometimes we can look back at where we were and be disappointed that we haven’t overcome more of our own weaknesses. But, the great beauty of Easter is that even though we can’t get it right, He can and He did.
I wish I could say that I have treated this week as the Holy Week that it is. But, that would be far from true.
Instead, I’ve been more impatient and short-tempered than usual… in large part because the girls have been more at each other than ever before. I’ve yelled more than I’d like to admit. I’ve said things I shouldn’t have said. I’ve thought negative, discouraging thoughts. I’ve complained. I’ve vented. I’ve done some whining. I’ve despaired over how and when to best discipline… and felt defeated in my decisions and their outcomes more than a few times. I’ve been tired and grouchy at night and less than chipper and optimistic in the morning.
I’ve thought a lot about our food plans for the weekend… and very little about the significance of the Last Supper. I’ve spent a lot of time putting together outfits and shoes and hair bows… and hardly any time prepping my mind and spirit for Easter. I’ve turned to Facebook and Instagram and blogs and TV for amusement rather than turning to scripture for real refreshment.
I’ve been typically unholy. Maybe even a little more unholy than usual.
And, yet, that’s the very thing that makes this week so significant…
I can fall short of every expectation I set for myself and yet fall back on the strangely reassuring knowledge that my best efforts would never have been enough anyway. Even if I had been perfectly patient and kind, said all the right things and done all the right deeds, even if I had been in great spirits and thought holy thoughts… still, I would be lacking. I’d still need a Savior.
My best week, my very best Friday, would still need a Good Friday.
My only shot at holiness comes through Christ’s offer that I clothe myself with His. And, that was made possible at the cross.
We can celebrate Good Friday because we serve a great God, who made a great ~ a perfect ~ sacrifice on our behalf. All so we could know grace and peace and life and hope. So we could know love. So we could know Him.
So, today, I am especially grateful for Friday. Thank God it’s {Good} Friday.
Blessings on your Easter weekend ~
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