“Come ye sinners, poor and needy, weak and wounded by the fall…”
In years past, Good Friday used to be just another service my parents took me to during Holy Week. I used to resent the fact my parents made me turn down opportunities to hang out with friends or go to concerts on Good Friday and instead be at church for a pretty somber service. Yay me, church Thursday night, Friday night, AND Sunday morning!
Now, I just want to huddle at the foot of the cross.
I’ve become keenly aware of my sins, and I need… the cross.
I’ve seen the pain that I’ve caused and the pain that lies within me, and the answer lies in… the cross.
I’ve tasted of God’s grace, and that comes out of… the cross.
The tears flow as I consider my Savior on that tree, in loving pain staring back at me, as I kneel before… the cross.
If we never find ourselves at the cross, we never fully grasp the fullness of what God has for us. He beckons us to the foot of the cross to be healed. Too many of us act like I did as a kid, never wanting to deal with another “church thing” but until you are struck by the power of the cross, I’m afraid you’ve missed it.
Don’t wait. Don’t make excuses. Today take some time and consider your sins and your Savior. Breathe out your repentance and receive in turn the forgiveness that awaits you. And KNOW the healing that flows from… the cross.
“If you tarry until you’re better, you will never come at all.”