The excitement of Sunday had come and gone. Jesus had finished His preaching tour. Judas had betrayed Him. His disciples had scattered. He had been beaten and spit on by the Jewish leaders. And now it was Friday, and He was on trial before the governor of Judea. Pilate didn’t…
On the surface, the name “Good Friday” seems like a misnomer. To Jesus’ friends and followers, there was nothing good about that Friday. The week had started off well. On Sunday, Jesus had entered Jerusalem with a celebration and He spent the week proclaiming the message of His Kingdom to…
As Jesus’ final hours were drawing near, He went with a few of His closest disciples to the Garden of Gethsemane to pray. He knew His hour was approaching. He had come to earth for this very purpose. Yet in His humanness, He was agonizing. He cried out to His…
It was the morning after an unimaginable tragedy, and it was eerily quiet. The voices of the crowds demanding “crucify him” were gone. The jeers of the onlookers insisting that Jesus “save himself” were silenced. The shouts of the Pharisees declaring “blasphemer” had disappeared. The wails of the women that…
The day of Jesus’ crucifixion. The day he paid the price for my sins. The day my savior was tried, convicted and sentenced. Tortured, mocked and killed. Only in hindsight does the name “Good Friday” make sense. Mark 15, NLT: Very early in the morning the leading priests, the elders,…