Last night I took my mom to the Vineyard’s Passover Seder, the second step in our Journey of the Cross. Tonight, #1 Granddaughter (and possibly other family members) is joining me for step three, the Walk to the Cross. It begins at the old Idaho penitentiary with the crowd scene and the trial of Jesus. Then we we walk up the mountain (about a mile long trail that rises a thousand feet) to Table Rock where we will watch the crucifixion (symbolically) as the sun sets in the west. We walk down the trail with flashlights.
It was four years ago that I first participated in the Walk to the Cross, although at that time I was with someone who couldn’t do the climb so I rode up with others in a truck. It was windy and bitter, bitter cold that evening. I wore a heavy winter coat. It will be different this year. We are supposed to have a high today of 76 degrees with sunny skies. Should be spectacular. I’m taking along my camera and hope to get some good shots to share here.
Before I knew Christ in my heart but had my share of head knowledge after a childhood in church, I used to wonder why today was called “Good” Friday. After all, it commemorates the death of Jesus. How could that be good? I failed to understand the wonder of what Jesus accomplished on that cross through the shedding of His blood. As a believer, I know the story didn’t end when they took Christ’s body down from the cross and laid Him in a tomb. In truth, the story doesn’t end at all. It resumed on Sunday, beginning with an empty tomb, and continues for all eternity.
May you experience the freedom and joy purchased for you on Calvary.
In the grip of His grace,