Here, and now, we wait. We grieve. We mourn. We hope. And our eyes turn to the cross.
In Eden, a tree brought about our condemnation. Today, another tree brings about our redemption. Behold the wood of the cross, on which hung the salvation of the world. And when you think about it, the fruit from that tree —what it brought us, what it gives us—is incalculable. I would argue it is one reason why this Friday should not be called “Good.” It should be called “Great.”
Near the end of this gospel account, Christ utters his last words: “It is finished.”
All the suffering, the bloodshed, the sacrifice, the humiliation comes to an end.
But the story isn’t over.
H/T The Deacons Bench
