
Recognize this day, that Jesus was nailed on the cross, remembering that He died for our sins, and that there is no way to Father but by Him.
Good Friday doesn’t sound so “good” when you think of the pain and suffering and the grueling death that Jesus endured on this “good” day. To think of Himself—a carpenter, most likely spending hours upon hours of his life driving nails into wood—knowing that the day would soon come where those nails would drive into Him before ever touching that wood. For Christians, Good Friday is a commemorative holiday marking the death of Jesus Christ. The “good” part, being the third day, when He rose again! Jesus defeated death, hell and the grave, and these life-changing events are known and observed on Easter Sunday.


Twice now, I have had the opportunity to spend this glorious day in Israel, The Holy Land. To see where The Last Supper took place, to walk the actual steps of Jesus, and spend time praying in the Garden of Gethsemane where Jesus spent hours crying out to God the night before his death, was breathtaking to say the least. The Bible says:
And he was withdrawn from them about a stone’s cast, and kneeled down, and prayed, Saying, Father, if thou be willing, remove this cup from me: nevertheless not my will, but thine, be done. And there appeared an angel unto him from heaven, strengthening him. And being in an agony he prayed more earnestly: and his sweat was as it were great drops of blood falling down to the ground. Luke 22:41-44 KJV
I have walked Via Doloroso and gazed upon Golgotha. Yet I was not facing my death; I was remembering HIS. Would I be saying those same words if that had been my fate before me? Sadly, I doubt it. The pages of the Bible were unfolding before me as I walked His steps and journeyed where He was. As real as the Resurrection has been my entire life, actually staring up at Golgotha, where Jesus was nailed to that cross, played out in my mind like an unbearable horror film. Words escape me—it’s a feeling that can’t be described.

My heart broke for Jesus while standing in the Garden of Gethsemane but I had to ask—would I too, have fallen asleep? Would I too have denied Jesus if I were in Peter’s shoes? I certainly have not always been bold. Tears poured as I looked up at the skull-shaped mountain where Jesus was brutally slain. But would I have spoke up had I been there 2000 years before or shed a silent tear?
Golgotha Now and Then


Our God knows these truths and loves us in spite of them. And as I reflect today on the death of Jesus on that cross, I reflect on myself. What more can I do to spread His love—so much love that He died for me? How can I be bold for Him? He was certainly bold for me. Will I strive to pray so hard for something yet be so comforted in His will as Jesus was in the garden the night before His death? Will I carry that cross, that burden, that pain, so that I too can wear the crown?
Heavy is the head that wears the crown.
Being a Christian isn’t easy, but it’s worth it. Today is a reminder of how much Jesus loves YOU! For God commendeth his love towards us in that while we were yet sinners, Christ died for us. DIED. I will strive to love a little more like Jesus today; to share His story, because He first loved me. When the hurt of this world is before you today, will you shed a silent year or say a quick passing prayer? Or will you speak up with boldness and get involved like Jesus got involved with you?
And we know that all things work together for good to them that love God, to them who are the called according to his purpose. Romans 8:28 KJV
Even death…
In order to wear the crown, you must also carry the cross. Let love burden you today.