A Friday

This Friday looks like a “blood- y” Friday.

Somebody was
Tortured,
Bruised,
Spat on,
scourged,
mocked,
rejected,
left alone,
dehydrated,
sweat blood,
broken, lonely,
all by himself,
up in the air,
nails in-hands,
thorns on his head,
holes to his feet,
justice at its worst,
people at their best to kill,
betrayed,
naked,
back ploughed,
stripes everywhere,
tongue dried,
blood 🩸 shed.

I was running away, HE ran ahead of me and hung HIMSELF to the cross on the hill Calvary.
Wanting that I would see
the Love hanging and
change my direction – pick it up and eat it.
The bread of life.

In the midst of all Abundant life around in the garden of Eden,
Once I saw the fruit hanging
to a live tree.
Pleasing to my eyes. But
death to my Spirit.
deceived.
Disobeyed.
Access denied.
Brought death.

Now in the midst of chaos, brokenness, suicide, deceitfulness, darkness, malice, wreckedness, decease, dreams shattered, fear….

I see the Life hanging
to a dead tree. On Calvary.
Not pleasing to my eye. But
needing to my Spirit.
Love’s calling me… His unconditional love’s calling me.
As I walked, Accepted.
Access granted.
Brought me back to His life.
Life abundant.

And He said – my son, come away.

A bloody Friday has become
A Good Friday.
For me. A Good Friday.
For you. A Good Friday.
For us. A Good Friday.

Somebody died for you, that somebody happened to be God Himself 😰.

I stand on Calvary.
I see the Cross.
I seek Christ.
Christ alone.