Today has been a very difficult day for me. From a mishap before the grocery store this morning and large frustration afterward to little boys acting up in church and being rough so that they were disruptive through service this morning to spew in my hair, it's just been a full on, hard day. As I sat in church with my head in my hands, wondering if all this congregation will remember of me is this moment where I feel like the most useless parent, a new thought strikes me.
No matter how hard this day gets for me, it is Good Friday.
The Good is mine. The Good is done. The Good was because this was Jesus' worst day ever. As I sit with the weight of three little boys wrestling in my lap on and off, he had the weight of the world on his shoulders.
Have you ever had a sin weigh on you? You know you did something wrong and you can feel that weight pressing you down? Jesus had that sin on him. All of the sins of all eternity, of every person, he took on all the guilt, the shame, the wretchedness, the pain and suffering of all and he broke it.
He died and took to death all of that sin. He was crushed for our iniquities. By his stripes we are healed. It is finished. He has died for the sins of the world. The sins of a world that does not acknowledge him, a world that constantly mocks him - he even bore that sin.
And he did it uncomplainingly. He did it because he is love.
And you know what else? He is risen.
As I tucked my boys into bed at nap, my anger and frustration were gone. Jesus' love and sacrifice has healed my soul, not through any deserving of mine, but because of love.
Let us love one another. Not be tolerant or stupid, but actually love. Care for, build up, encourage each other to go the right way. Not the way of the world, but the way of our Saviour. Trusting in his mercy, holding fast to his promise to never leave us or forsake us, clinging to the cross.
Come Lord Jesus, come into this weary world. Oh, how we long for you to come, Lord, come.
Themes taken from Isaiah 53, 1 John 3 and a song by Robin Mann.