* on a hill far away …

Posted on April 2nd, 2010 by melinda in The Church House

Good Friday … what does it mean to you?  By definition Good Friday represents the day Christ was crucified on the cross and was buried.  As a Christian, this holds great significance for me.  In fact, it is one of the 2 most important days in the entire bible … the other being the 3rd day when He rose again.  Those 2 things alone hold the key to my salvation.  I could do all the good works in the world, sit in church every day, pray, fast, confess, live a good life, donate my money and time and not one single one of those things would get me to heaven without the events that took place through out Easter weekend.  That is a humbling thought. 

I grew up going to church and learned all of the technical things one ever needs to know about Easter … or so I thought.  I grew up going to a baptist church, there, we didn’t partake in rituals such as  Lent, Palm Sunday, Passover, Maundy Thursday or any of the other things that happened the week leading up to the crucifixion.  I’m not sure why we didn’t, but I do wish we had.  It wasn’t until much much later in life, when I joined our church house, that I even began to get a grasp of the true significance of this week, ultimately culminating in the crucifixion of Christ.  As a rule, we are not required by our denomination to do certain things during this time of year, but mr. preacher man encourages us to consider them and make a personal choice. 

This year in my life has been such a great year of growing and learning in my personal relationship with Christ.  Last night, as opposed to spending our usual Wednesday night in the youth room, we took the older teens to “big church” to partake in the communion service.  It was a beautiful service, with wonderful music and meaningful scripture mixed  throughout.  But more importantly to me, it was a somber occasion to spend a few minutes completely concentrating on the single most important thing any one has or ever will do for me.  I felt deep hurt for my Jesus, I felt anger at the crowds yelling “crucify him crucify him”  and at the same time I felt relief and redemption, because without either of those, I would be bound for hell.  It all stopped and started at the cross.  All of the prophets predictions before were fulfilled and Jesus’ purpose was now being fulfilled, just as God had planned.  Just the very thought of it gives me chill bumps.  The thought that at any minute, Jesus could have called down a legion of angels to take him home, but he knew His purpose and he knew he would rise again and he knew if he didn’t my sins (and yours) would never be washed clean in the redeeming blood that flowed freely to the foot of the cross.  I do not enjoy the ugliness of what happened, it sickens my stomach but at the very same time provides the hope and faith that my future is secure for eternity.  I can think of no better reason to be grateful today. 

I hope as you enjoy your day off, while you’re busy doing things that need to be done or if you’re relaxing or vacationing … that you take a bit of time today and ask yourself what the significance of Good Friday is for you.  I’m going to borrow a line from mr. preacher man here because I really like it … “does the math of the cross add up to your salvation”?  Will you be subtracted from hell, added to heaven, divided from sin and have your blessings multiplied many times over?  just think about it.  On a hill far away, stood an old rugged cross the emblem of suffering and shame, and i love that ole cross. 

me.

5 Comments on “* on a hill far away …”

  1. Larissa Erkman

    Dear Melinda — a beautiful post and what an AWESOME picture of the rugged cross. I think you have hit on a few thoughts that are highlights of my spiritual journey: how significant the holy week services have been to me in understanding the way of the cross, placing myself THERE emotionally and physically through ceremony, thought, and prayer; and also what meaning Jesus’ sacrifice has in my life TODAY and EVERYDAY — across the centuries and cultures. From darkness to light, his sacrifice freed us from pagan rituals and redeemed us from our sins into everlasting life. It is a time to be sad and accept sadness and tragedy, which is an inevitable condition of the human existence. Most of all, Good Friday, to me, means acceptance of God’s will. Can you imagine how much acceptance of Our Father’s will (even in the midst of some doubt in the last hours) Jesus had to embrace in order to give Himself up for us? I know there are things in my life that I have been called to accept as God’s will when my personal will struggled against it. Whatever is HIS will, I have pledged to carry it out, with Jesus as my leader on the way of the Cross. I pray every day for discernment of HIS will; Good Friday represents the day when I dwell on the fact that God may call upon me to pay the ultimate price (whatever that represents in my life). And that I must trust and accept, when/if that day comes (maybe even again and again, like Job), in the PROMISE of the Resurrection. I also pray on Good Friday that I am a wonderful leader in my family’s spiritual life insofar as following and accepting God’s will even when my own will is rebelling. I am so blessed by the Redemption from death on the Cross to Rising!!! We will go visit my mother’s grave, my grandfather’s grave, and Pam Meade’s grave to remind us that this is the Way, the Truth, and the Light — the ultimate battle of good vs evil and our sole Salvation through Jesus’ death!

    You write so well and your posts are very touching.

    Love you immensely —
    Larissa

  2. Marjorie Markham

    My neighbor who is 70 and whose husband died a couple years ago asked me last Sat to take her to her church for their Easter production. It was so moving. It was ironic that I was actually doing nothing that Sat so that I could drive her. We had a great time and just for a few hours I felt like I had my mother back. I do believe this was God’s will for me that night.

  3. eric

    Thank God For GOOD FRIDAY and PRAISE THE LORD Sunday’s a coming!

  4. Jodie

    What this weekend means to me?? More to me personally than I ever thought it would . I walked into church with no thought of my life changing . I knew it would be a moving service. I always loved the Easter service. But this year was quite a bit different for me……………I walked out of church witha new lease on life and was baptised.. It was a very cool expierence. My best friend in the water with me, along with her husband praying over me.

    • melinda

      jodie, i am so incredibly excited for you! thanks for sharing.

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