Good Friday.
Ironic that it's called "Good" Friday -- the day Jesus died. Today I sat down and read the crucifixion account from all 4 gospels. I've never done that before. Each one has its own voice and own point of view that results in a well rounded picture of what happened. Every year at Easter I think back to the first and only time I watched The Passion of the Christ. I was at the theater with Zach and my parents and I just cried and cried. My tears were hot with anger because I wanted the soldiers to stop beating Him and the crowd to stop mocking Him... But He had to do it. "Not my will, but yours be done." He had to do it so that mankind could be reconciled to God -- so that I could be reconciled to God.
Praise God that even while we were still sinners, Jesus died for us!
"But He was pierced for our transgressions, he was crushed for our iniquities; the punishment that brought us peace was upon him, and by His wounds we are healed."
