For many, that Friday morning in Jerusalem must have felt like any other. The law system moved on, criminals were sentenced to death under Roman law. The sun rose as they slowly died.
Yet how many realised this one day was to change everything for the whole of humanity - past, present and future?
How many knew that this day had been 'determined' by God before the world had even been formed?
How many knew that the man dying on the cross was both the greatest King the world had even seen and the most humble servant it would ever know?
The man on the cross suffered the most agonising death ever, and He did it willingly - because He loved His Father.
And He went further.
He forgave his weak disciples - men who were supposed to be his friends, yet at the first sign of trouble ran, betrayed and denied. He healed the servant of a soldier who came to arrest him. He asked for God to forgive those who mocked Him.
One word to His Father, and all the angel armies of heaven could have swooped to His rescue. But He never asked.
Instead, He breathed His last painful breathe for every sinner that ever had lived and ever would live. Us.
Pilate could find no fault with him. A Roman guard knew. A criminal dying beside him knew.
Yet we so easily forget.
We forget the most pure and holy Man ever died for the vilest of sinners - US.
May we never ever stop giving thanks for the miracle that was Good Friday!
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