Today is Good Friday, a profoundly holy day in which we commemorate Christ’s crucifixion–a murder perpetrated by the authorities in Jerusalem (yes, Pontius Pilate: you proved to be a waste of space).
But Our Lord consented to it. Without sin Himself, He took upon Himself the sins of all humanity: He was wounded for our transgressions, and by His stripes we are healed.
In light of this, I can’t bring myself to do regular nooze reporting today. Not on Good Friday. Hold ’em over till tomorrow. The stupid stuff our fallen world is doing will still be there tomorrow. I’ve also decided this is not a day for Joe Collidge.
Hymns and prayers and Christian fellowship–that’s what we need today. It’s not business as usual: we have more pressing business up above.