Today, all over the world, Christians commemorate the profound reality that Christ suffered and died for us. We say or hear it so often – He “died for us” – that the full weight of it seems to diffuse over time.
If a friend or a brother died for me, surely it would change the way I live. If someone gave Himself up to be violently tortured and killed in order to save me from the consequences of my own guilt… it should alter the whole fabric of my life. I know this. But I’ve still let so many Good Fridays slide past without really stopping to look at what it means: what it means in my own, gloriously Christ-ransomed life.
Today let’s remind ourselves that we are not simply reverent spectators to the Crucifixion. We are an intimate part of the story because what He suffers, He suffers in our place. You and I are ineffably, personally present at the heart of His sacrifice, and the love it pours out has the power to transform us beyond our understanding.
