Friday, 22 April 2011

A Good Friday Reflection

Photo Credit: Michelle Dyer
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In the stillness of this very early Good Friday morning, free from all the distractions of the typical day, I sit here in the quiet and reflect on just what it cost my God to give me my hope and my salvation. What words can adequately express the wonder, horror and joy of that cruel cross? What words can I say in response?

I am tearfully overcome with a strange mixture of both heart-wrenching grief for both His pain, and my sin which brought that pain, as well as a profound thankfulness for the love of God to me. There are no words that can come even close enough, except maybe this grand old Isaac Watts hymn.

When I survey the wondrous cross,
On which the Prince of Glory died,
My richest gain I count but loss,
And pour contempt on all my pride.
Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast,
Save on the death of Christ, my God;
All the vain things that charm me most,
I sacrifice them to His blood.
See, from His head, His hands, His feet,
Sorrow and love flow mingled down;
Did e’er such love and sorrow meet,
Or thorns compose so rich a crown?
Were the whole realm of nature mine,
That were a present far too small;
Love so amazing, so divine,
Demands my soul, my life, my all.
Isn’t that a beautiful hymn? I haven’t looked a Hymnal in a while. I wonder why that is? Most modern songs don’t even come close to these theologically rich grand old hymns. If it’s been a while for you too, I would encourage you to reflect on a couple of these timeless classics again; they’re beautiful!

My hope and prayer for you, my friend, is that you might take a little time out of your busy schedule to simply prayerfully reflect on what God paid for you. Thank you, Jesus.

Have a very blessed Easter.

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