Good Friday

        Yes, the time of year for bunnies and eggs—chocolate bunnies and candy eggs—has arrived. Yet, regardless how "good" this Friday is in our eyes, think of what it was like for Yeshua the Nazarene.         Yes, he goaded the Jewish religious authorities into having him crucified to fulfill prophesy. Yes, he voluntarily forsook his eternal, divine prerogative, exchanging all that for the disgrace of the cross. Yes, he defeated death and the grave, providing the model for our eternal salvation.         But no, I will not dishonor his infinite sacrifice by worshiping him before a crucifix. How could I? Yeshua only hung on the cross for six hours—six of the longest, most excruciating hours anyone ever endured—but his physical agony was but a mosqueto-bite compared to the painful load of sin-guilt he bore in our place.         Then, after he finally died, his friends removed the iron spikes affixing him to the cross, gently lowered him to the blood-soaked earth, and entombed him in a borrowed sepulchre. Was that the end of Yeshua the Nazarene? Of course not; Sonday is coming!