Today is Good Friday. The day we honor the price paid for our redemption: the brutal execution of God’s perfect and holy Son in our stead.
Every year, our church (along with countless others) put on a musical, and most years I have participated. It combines two of my favorite things: theater and telling people about Jesus.
Wednesday night we had our final dress rehearsal, which overlapped with the weekly Wednesday night family activities. When my children (4 and 5) were picked up from their activities, they were allowed to watch the last part of rehearsal, coming in around the scourging of Jesus.
Now, my children have been hearing about the cross for as long as they can remember. They know Christianity is about our need for a Savior, and that salvation comes through the sacrifice of the spotless Lamb of God (Jesus) who willingly died on the cross to pay for our sins. They’ve heard it countless times in their few years on Earth. They’ve seen pictures in their children’s Bibles and in their daily life. We talk about it regularly at home. They get that Jesus died on the cross. He died.
But they’d never confronted how brutally Jesus was treated on that day.
They’d never come face to face with the hateful lashes laid on his back, the malicious words spoken, the blood flowing, unrestrained, from His unrecognizable body.
And it made them uncomfortable.
My sweet, innocent children were uncomfortable at the reality of our beloved Jesus being treat with such contempt.
At first, it made me sad. I don’t know why, I guess I was hoping they could handle it. They were familiar with the story, after all. But the more I thought about it, my sadness was transferred from their discomfort to my own comfort.
Hearing the story every year, we tend to be desensitized to the agony Jesus endured for us. Don’t get me wrong, we’re thankful. We know our need for a Savior, and we know our eternal life is dependent on God’s great mercy poured out on that cross. But I think we become disconnected from the idea that He went through such great pain for us.
When was the last time you went through excruciating physical or emotional pain? Would you willing go through it again? What if you knew it would save the life of someone you love?
And would you reconnect yourself with the idea that Jesus willingly went through it for you? Every time you think that thought, speak those words, do that thing you want to do or can’t restrain yourself from, would you remember what Jesus went through to set you free from the chains of that sin?
Would you dare to be uncomfortable with me?