Jesus is being broken, but finds a moment to extend comfort this good friday.
I didn’t write much this morning. Blame being tired or just not knowing what else to say about this good friday, an odd name for a dark day.
Reading in John 19 and seeing Jesus, in the midst of being broken on the cross, barely able to breathe–still taking time to comfort his mom? Take care of the one who took care of him…but who also likely thought he was absolutely out of his mind at one point?
It’s a small picture of what the cross offers us all:
Comfort with no agenda, no conditions, no frills.
Comfort with only grace left to give.
Comfort coming out of brokenness, out of shattering.
The cross holds so much truth, wonder, and story. Maybe that’s why it is hard for me to pin words to today.
But comfort–the quiet, meaningful kind that for most of us comes from physical touch which we are lacking in this season? That is exactly what we need to rest in today.
Let the snippet of Jesus’ raspy words of comfort straight from the cross reach you this Good Friday.
And meditate on this amazing quote from Erin Moon’s study:
The cross is a paradoxical religious symbol because it inverts the world’s value system with the news that hope comes by way of defeat, that suffering and death do not have the last word–from The Cross and the Lynching Tree, James H. Cone
Hope comes by way of defeat. Just as comfort comes today from the cross.