Holy Week Reflection - Friday

- Carissa Woodwyk

Friday.
The ache, deep inside, that comes flooding into your heart, rippling over its surface, down and in between each layer – it hurts. It consumes. It permeates ... everything.

Suffering – the strike of disappointment and its unwarranted process of making you aware that there's nothing you can humanly do or offer to make your pain go away; the stark reality that we live in a broken world.

We fight it. We numb it. We hate it.

But it's there. The rupture between goodness and badness occurs, and we're left with pain and heartache and questions – with darkness.

The light hasn't arrived yet. The beauty hasn't risen yet. The new day hasn't come yet.

And so we sit, in the darkness, holding out our arms, crying out for something more, something better, a sliver of hope. When will it come? When will HE come? The God who promises to turn ashes into beauty? Where is he?

Could it be, that he, is IN the suffering? Could it be, that he, would actually meet us there, in the despair? Could it be, that he knows all too well what it's like to cry out with all that he had left? Because on that day – that Friday – in all of Jesus' humanity, he stepped into the darkest of darkest places, and entered into the most wretched suffering. For us. With us.

He sees...you.
He aches...for you. He grieves...with you.

That Friday marked history forever. His acceptance to suffer in that way, on that day, sent a message to the world about his heart for us, for you, in epic proportions. A message that says, “I am with you ... IN the suffering. Let's go there, together. I want to show you my heart, my love for you, there, in it. And then just wait ... just wait to see what I have for you. It's coming – new life, new hope, a new day. The story isn't over yet. Death doesn't win. But first ... let's go there, to the broken places, to the dark places, together. I'll be right there, beside you, because you're mine. You are my beloved.”

Perhaps the more we enter into our suffering, the more we'll long to taste resurrection, new life, hope. Maybe the depth to which we feel pain is directly related to the depth to which we feel joy.

Because you see, Jesus had to go through Friday before he could get to Sunday.