It was love.

crossOn this sacred, holy day there isn’t really much I can say to emphasize the sacrifice the Jesus made for us. My brain cannot come up with the precise words to describe the act that took place on a Friday many, many years ago. My head cannot be wrapped around it…but my heart can feel it.

I have been a Christian most of my life…but I truly feel that I have been a Jesus follower for only a couple of years. I must say that up until the recent past, I just didn’t truly “get it.” Even though I have loved God my whole life, and have tried to do all the “right things,” it wasn’t until hitting rock bottom and crying out to God for guidance that I really started to feel it. This year, as Good Friday approached, I felt a tugging at my emotions like never before. Yes, I have heard and read the story of Jesus’ crucifixion multiple times. I have celebrated his resurrection as well. But this year, everything has changed. I have changed. My relationship with God has changed. I have become closer to God than ever before in my life, and I feel new, deeper emotions as I reflect on the impact of this day. When Jesus was humiliated in the streets that day – it was for me. As he was stripped and beaten – it was for me. While the nails were driven into his hands and feet – his suffering was for me. As he hung in front of the crowd, listening to the mocking and cruelty – he hung for me. When he became sin – it was for me. It was love that kept him on that cross – love for me. It was love.

As I sit in the twilight of the evening on this sacred day, I pray that I will continue to grow in that love. God, let me love like you did. Let me feel another’s pain, let me carry another’s load, let me walk in someone else’s shoes, let me lighten someone’s burden. Help me get myself out of the way so that you, God, can love others through me.

I will never be able to understand the sacrifice that was made for me on that day…but my heart can feel it. It was love.

2 comments on “It was love.

  1. Brian Suman says:


    A Good Friday that I will never forget.

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