darkness: 40 words in 40 days

Clouds roll in over Mt Vernon (home of George Washington). We toured there Tuesday.
Today is Good Friday - the day Jesus hung on a cross and died.
Recently, Lloyd Shadrach preached on this day. It has not left me since. God, he said, is present in our darkest moments.
As I reflected on this truth, it hit me that healing comes when we find resolution in this fact. He did not stop nor prevent my darkest moment. He orchestrated it. And He transcends it.
My first response to this truth has not always been comfort. I've experienced some anger and breathed hard questions. Like why? Exhale. And what now? Exhale.
My arrogance pales in the shadow of the cross when God poured His wrath out on His Own Son.
Lloyd said, there has never been a darker moment than the death of Jesus. Hope died. Perhaps loss is God's way of weening us of false hope.
I have no other hope than Jesus. He is not in the grave. He is alive.
Today I remember the darkest moment when the earth convulsed and the curtain was rent in two. Sin can no longer separate me from my God. The blood has won. Light has come.
Reader Comments (1)
gigi, thank you for writing this. i also can't get this out of my mind. this season, i have been particularly stunned by isaiah 53: 10-11 "Yet it was the Lord’s will to crush him and cause him to suffer, and though the Lord makes his life an offering for sin, he will see his offspring and prolong his days, and the will of the Lord will prosper in his hand. After he has suffered he will see the light of life and be satisfied;" The idea of him being satisfied after the deep anguish he endured floors me especially as i see my own response to suffering (albeit miniscule in comparison).