Is there nothing more beautiful than the promise of Hope?
28 After this, Jesus, knowing that all things had already been accomplished, to fulfill the Scripture, *said, “I am thirsty.” 29 A jar full of sour wine was standing there; so they put a sponge full of the sour wine upon a branch of hyssop and brought it up to His mouth. 30 Therefore when Jesus had received the sour wine, He said, “It is finished!” And He bowed His head and gave up His spirit.
-John 19:28-30
Where the nails pierced my Jesus’s hands, there is Hope.
Where the sword split His side, there is Hope.
Where the blood streamed from the tips of the thorns on His head, there is Hope.
I love the connective and effect-bearing word because.
Because He carried the cross…
Because the sky went black…
Because His head dropped to His chest after tasting the sour wine…
Because He said, “It is finished,” and gave up His spirit…
Because the curtain was ripped in two…
We.
Have.
Hope.
Because Jesus chose to carry my sins and my burdens on that cross, I can inherit eternal life. Because of His last precious breaths, I can breathe anew. Because of the greatest sacrifice ever known, the greatest love story was also fulfilled.
Because of Good Friday, we know there is Hope.
Blessings on you this Good Friday. Know that there is Hope.
❤
