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for April 2, 2021

A "GOOD FRIDAY"

Good Friday to each and everyone of my three or more readers. I really wish there were more, but who reads rants and mumblings all the time anyway? I do, since I write them.

It is Good Friday, not just a good Friday, but the - once in every year Good Friday. Here is the question of the ages: What makes it "Good"?

What do I mean?

Well consider this. One this day one thousand, nine hundred and ninety-one years ago, an innocent man who did nothing less than help people, was crucified. But He did more than help people. Not only did He heal the sick, raise the dead and cause excitement and happiness everywhere He went; He also intimidated and stood up to the power that were.

He was a powerful preacher, a practical and down-to-earth teacher, a doctor Who helped the blind to see, the deaf to hear, the dumb to talk and the lame to walk. He was popular and He was a prayer warrior.

This man, as you may have guessed by now, was Jesus of Nazareth. He was arrested during the night on Good Friday, subjected to three mock trials at the hands of Jewish leaders, finally settling on a charge of blasphemy (since He claimed to be God:

Are you the Christ, the Son of the Blessed?" asked Caiaphas, the High Priest, after putting Him on the hot seat to testify against Himself.

Jesus answered: ‎ אֶהְיֶ֖ה - ehyeh "I AM". Got it? The Divine Name of God; that name that only the High Priest could utter and only when calling directly to God on the Day of Atonement in the Holy of Holies. First person singular!

In Mark 14:62, after the High Priest put Him under oath and asked Him to testify "against" Himself (forbidden in both the Jewish and Roman law), we read these words:  "I am," said Jesus, "and you will see the Son of Man seated at the right hand of Power and coming with the clouds of heaven."

After Jesus said these things, the High Priest, Caiaphas, stood up, tore his robes (an act of contempt against a person or thing judged to be foul or despicable) and he asked of all the members of the Sanhedrin present, "Why do we still need witnesses? You have heard this blasphemy!"

It was blasphemy because Jesus claimed to be God, simply by uttering the Divine Name, which God did for Himself by giving His name to Moses to pass on to the Jews if they should question him on the God in Whose behalf he rescues them from Egyptian slavery.

Jesus claimed to be God, He was slapped and mocked, then sent to the Roman leader to be condemned, but on what charge? The Romans would try anyone for the Jewish charge of blasphemy. So the Jewish leaders trumped up the charge of sedition against Rome and its Emperor. Keep in mind, the Jews all had contempt for Rome and what would they care if someone commits sedition against Rome. They did it all the time!

So Jesus goes off to have not one, or two, but three more trials. These three were before Roman authority. First it was to Pontius Pilate, because he was the Procurator in behalf of Rome in Judea. Then, when he couldn't find any guilt in Jesus, he thought that in order to wash his hands of the matter he would send Jesus to Herod Antipas, that leader of Galilee, the country from which Jesus came and was a resident. Herod was in Judea for the Passover at the time so off to him Jesus went.

After mocking Jesus and asking Him to perform a few tricks, Herod was dissatisfied with Jesus and didn't want to waste anymore of time with Him. So Herod sent Jesus back to Pilate.

Pilate asked Jesus a few questions, basically talked with Him for a while and the crowd of Jewish rebel rousers got louder and louder. Pilate kept hearing the chants: "If you release Him, you are no friend of Caesars!" This was tantamount to saying: "If you don't condemn Him and send Him to His death, we will sent a report of the Emperor and he will deal with you more harshly than you could of Jesus." They could do that, and I have no doubt that the Jewish leaders would do it. By saying this, the Chief Priests put Pilate on trial and Jesus said nothing. He kept His cool.

So Pilate decides to have Jesus beaten within an inch of His life, thinking this would satisfy the blood thirst of the Jews. It wasn't good enough for them. Pilate brought Jesus back into the judgment hall, asked Him a few more questions, then pronounces that he sees no guilt in Him.

They cries and chants got even louder. So, Pilate gave in and turned Jesus over to the Jews again with the allowance that they could crucify Him.

So let's see, what is Good about that Good Friday? He was arrested while praying in a garden, held for six mock trials, beaten unmercifully 39 times with a cat-of-nine-tails complete with rocks and shards of glass and metal, and then forced to carry His cross, out of the city and up a mountain. There to be nailed to that cross and suspended between two thieves.

What is Good about that?

He hung there between heaven and earth for over sic hours. And during that time, He never cursed, never threatened, never in His own heavenly power attempted to come down off that cross and bring down fire from heaven on the crowd. Instead, He said: "Father, forgive them, for they know not what they are doing."

Forgiveness! That's what makes Good Friday good. But, the best was yet to come. In the words of S. M. Lockridge: That was Friday, but Sunday's coming! Lockridge was the Pastor of Calvary Baptist Church in San Diego from 1953 to 1993. He was known for his preaching across the United States and around the world. His Easter Meditation—“It’s Friday, but Sunday’s Comin’!”—is part of one of the most powerful sermons I’ve ever heard.

I have to post his words in this missive, so that you can truly come to appreciate the true meaning of Good Friday ...

It’s Friday
Jesus is praying
Peter’s a sleeping
Judas is betraying
But Sunday’s comin’!

It’s Friday
Pilate’s struggling
The council is conspiring
The crowd is vilifying
They don’t even know
That Sunday’s comin’!

It’s Friday
The disciples are running
Like sheep without a shepherd
Mary’s crying
Peter is denying
But they don’t know
That Sunday’s a comin’!

It’s Friday
The Romans beat my Jesus
They robe him in scarlet
They crown him with thorns
But they don’t know
That Sunday’s comin’!

It’s Friday
See Jesus walking to Calvary
His blood dripping
His body stumbling
And his spirit’s burdened
But you see, it’s only Friday
Sunday’s comin’!

It’s Friday
The world’s winning
People are sinning
And evil’s grinning.

It’s Friday
The soldiers nail my Savior’s hands
To the cross
They nail my Savior’s feet
To the cross
And then they raise him up
Next to criminals.

It’s Friday
But let me tell you something
Sunday’s comin’!

It’s Friday
The disciples are questioning
What has happened to their King
And the Pharisees are celebrating
That their scheming
Has been achieved
But they don’t know
It’s only Friday
Sunday’s comin’!

It’s Friday
He’s hanging on the cross
Feeling forsaken by his Father
Left alone and dying
Can nobody save him?
Ooooh
It’s Friday
But Sunday’s comin’!

It’s Friday
The earth trembles
The sky grows dark
My King yields his spirit.

It’s Friday
Hope is lost
Death has won
Sin has conquered
and Satan’s just a laughin’.

It’s Friday
Jesus is buried
A soldier stands guard
And a rock is rolled into place.

But it’s Friday
It is only Friday
Sunday is a comin’!

May you all have a Good Friday! May there be a wonderful, yet restful and reflective Saturday! And may you experience the joy of the Resurrection this Sunday!

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