Quite awhile ago, I heard somebody say,
If you were the only person on Earth, Jesus would still come to die for you.
Over time the statement got buried under tomes of theological head knowledge, its gritty truth never really trickling down into my heart.
Year after year each Easter celebration I would give genuine mental consent and sincere lip service to the events in Jesus’ life that culminated on Friday’s crucifixion.
Knowing how the story ends, we seemed all too eager to hoppity- hop over to Easter with it’s colored eggs and chocolate bunnies celebrations, as if glossing over what killed Jesus is going to make it magically (or, some might say, miraculously) disappear.
With so many bad news in this world, we don’t want to dwell on the negative.
Since we have the Good news, we have to share it and have to share it quickly.
But, good news isn’t good unless you are willing to hear the bad news first.
So, with your permission, I'll share some bad news.
The cross of Christ is God’s final declaration on human goodness.
If we don't want to take God's word for it, life has a way of convincing us sooner or later.
What this means is that best, most wonderful, kind, industrious, talented, impressive, intelligent, good looking, successful person you and I meet (including the one we see in the mirror) has a dark, broken interior we all try so hard to conceal behind a façade. Religious façade probably being the most grotesque of all.
Some of us are so convincing that we start believing our own Marketing and PR or Facebook feed.
As if this is not bad enough, it actually gets worse.
Our brokenness is unfixable. We are irreparably messed up and there is nothing, absolutely nothing you and I can do to fix it. In fact, by trying to fix it, we often make things even worser (does that word exist in English language?)
This truth is so sobering, if we allow ourselves to linger in it for a bit, it has a potential to radically alter the way we see ourselves, the world and people around us.
Some of us might be driven do despair.
For some, this despair might be the best thing that happened in the lifetime of escapism and denial.
The Good Friday is God’s final heart-wrenching declaration on human goodness.
There is none.