Good Friday

Good Friday. What a day. The sorrow of Good Friday and desperation for Sunday are feeling so near this year. 

We received word yesterday that a dear family member went home to be with Jesus. The weightiness of this all is knocking at our door in a new way as we mourn from afar…wishing we could show up for our people. So many have lost so much these past weeks. And this is precisely why our longing must turn from the brokenness of this world and instead rest on the promise of something holy. These are the moments when the Sunday school stories, memorized scriptures, whispered prayers, and hymns take flight in our lives. How desperate are we for these truths we’ve built our lives upon to come and set us free?

Surely he has borne our griefs and carried our sorrows; yet we esteemed him stricken, smitten by God, and afflicted. But he was pierced for our transgressions; he was crushed for our iniquities; upon him was the chastisement that brought us peace, and with his wounds we are healed. Isaiah 53:4-5

He’s borne our griefs and has brought us peace at such a great price, friends. I’m eager to set aside time today and this weekend to allow these truths to wash over me afresh. I pray you will do the same. 

Sunday is coming!
Kate