Good Friday - again at the foot of the Cross

Friday. Not any Friday. Good Friday. It was on a Good Friday that I saw the crucifixion of Jesus on the Cross. I believed then in God. But not in Jesus. But for some reason, that short movie excerpt moved me so much that I found myself weeping non stop the rest of the day after that, asking, "Why did you have to die on the Cross?"

Today again. Almost two decades later. I find myself again standing at the foot of the Cross. Looking at His face, and crying in my heart. Forgive me, for I have sinned. I now believe in Jesus, yet in my foolishness, I have hidden from Him. Many times I have run away. Why am I so foolish?

My heart is broken because my foolishness has contributed to His crucifixion on the cross. Foolishness as a believer. Foolishness in pride. Foolishness in allowing guilt to be an excuse to replace what should be true. Father, forgive me for I have sinned.

I now need to enter in through the Cross, through the veil. And to do so - to be born again - is only through a miracle of believing in what the work of the Cross enables us - that it is an opening of the veil through the flesh into the Holy of Holies. To enter in, I can only do it by accepting that extended hand of Jesus. No other way. I just need to hold on to His hand, and let Him bring me in. No other way. No human method or persuasion. No human effort. Only God. 2 Cor 5:17 - Therefore if any man [be] in Christ, [he is] a new creature: old things are passed away; behold, all things are become new.

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