After the cruel nature traditionally associated with the likes of two days ago, one would wonder why it can be called good. Nothing about the proceedings of that Friday - from Caiaphas' House through Herod's to the Calvary and the tomb - suggests pleasantness. Is it the gory sight of the scourged man, manhandled beyond telling, or the denial of the Man by His most trusted person? Nothing seemed good about it, and rightly so.
However, fast-forward the hands of the clock to today, we see something special; something never witnessed in time: We see the empty tomb, the carefully folded linen, and what else - the man on white. Hardly could anyone believe theirs eyes, but it is true; truer than the reality of our existence. Our hope is renewed, and we regain our impetus. Cruelty has not won; but love has been vindicated. Today wouldn't be born without that memorable Friday. That is why it is called GOOD. The resurrection was necessitated by the Cross of Calvary. And so we look back and bless the Lord for that single day. That day became the turning point in time, and nothing can ever change it...
However, fast-forward the hands of the clock to today, we see something special; something never witnessed in time: We see the empty tomb, the carefully folded linen, and what else - the man on white. Hardly could anyone believe theirs eyes, but it is true; truer than the reality of our existence. Our hope is renewed, and we regain our impetus. Cruelty has not won; but love has been vindicated. Today wouldn't be born without that memorable Friday. That is why it is called GOOD. The resurrection was necessitated by the Cross of Calvary. And so we look back and bless the Lord for that single day. That day became the turning point in time, and nothing can ever change it...
