(Christ is risen! He is risen indeed!)
A lot of times it is easy for me to skim right over the Good Friday part of Easter because it is so very bloody and traumatic and sorrowful.
I can't stand the thought of all of his suffering and the evil of those who set their hearts against him and tortured him and the weeping of a mother seeing her son die.
I want to get right to the glory of Sunday morning and the angels and everything being set to rights.
I want to get to the part where the stone is rolled away and the astonishment of the women as they come up on an empty tomb.
I want to laugh at the part where the disciples are incredulous when Jesus walks through locked doors and shows up asking for dinner.
But here is no glorious "Christ is risen" without the preamble of "Christ has died".
It is the awfulness of Good Friday that makes Easter so good.
It is in his facing of death and conquering of it (too bad, so sad, devil!)
that we begin to see a way out of our own mess.
He didn't do it just so it would make a good Bible story, for goodness sake.
He died so we can get a chance at living the life he designed us for.
Of being infused with his Spirit and being more than we ever thought we could be.
And of getting the opportunity to know him and his Father.
He did is because he loved us. Period.
And how do we, broken and trying tired supergirls that we are, respond to all that good strong loving?
We can stand, palms out, heart open, not side-stepping Good Friday but acknowledging the severity of the cross and say,
"I know what you did for me and I am thankful."
And on this rainy Easter 2010, I am just that. Thankful.