Good Friday

Dear Brave Butterfly,

Hi friend!  Last year on Good Friday, my daughter Sydney asked me a simple yet profound question, "Mommy, why do they call it Good Friday if that's the day Jesus died on the cross for us?".

It is counter-intuitive that a day filled with so much pain and suffering would be called "Good".  But even Jesus sees it as good -- the best day in history.

Chosen One
How did it feel
To leave your royal throne
To come from perfection
To walk this earth alone?

How did it feel
To be born without a bed
A lowly manger
To rest your head?

How did it feel
To wait for the day
When one you discipled
Would be one who betrayed?

How did it feel
To know what was coming
The trial, the judgment
The abuse and the shunning?

How did it feel
To bear the weight of the world's sin
To be punished for nothing
So good could win?

How did it feel
To hang on the cross
Knowing at any moment
You could have come off?

How did it feel
To look into your mother's eyes
To see her pain
As she watched you die?

How did it feel
To be raised from the dead
Knowing death had been defeated
Through the blood you shed?

How did it feel 
To conquer the grave
To be back in heaven
To know you had saved?