All week my mind was dwelling on Friday.
This Friday. “Good ” Friday.
With every passing year, the events represented by this day mean so much more.
Each year, when I think about sacrifice and separation, I want more reverence.
Each year I am more certain of the need for this day.
My need for this day. This cross.
I am faced with more of my own pride, shame, anger, selfishness.
I want to do something more to remember. Be something more (or less) to honor Him.
But I was, and continue to be, “lost for words” about Friday.
This song just kept echoing its essence…
To the cross I look, to the cross I cling
Of its suffering I do drink
Of its work I do sing
For on it my Savior both bruised and crushed
Showed that God is love
And God is just
At the cross You beckon me
You draw me gently to my knees, and I am
Lost for words, so lost in love,
I’m sweetly broken, wholly surrendered
What a priceless gift, undeserved life
Have I been given
Through Christ crucified
You’ve called me out of death
You’ve called me into life
And I was under Your wrath
Now through the cross I’m reconciled
In awe of the cross I must confess
How wondrous Your redeeming love and
How great is Your faithfulness
Jeremy Riddle’s “Sweetly Broken”
*Updated on 4/25/11- Darcie wrote an interesting post about Tenebrae service. Ever been to one?