Bad Friday

Yesterday morning, as the kids were eating breakfast, I reminded Natalie that she wouldn't have school today.

"Because of Good Friday," I added.

"You mean Bad Friday, Mommy," she replied, between bites of Cinnamon Toast Crunch. "Because Jesus died."

"Well, honey, it's a bad day for Jesus. But it's a good day for us, because if Jesus hadn't died on the cross, we wouldn't be able to be friends with God," I reasoned. "That's why we call it Good Friday."

She chewed thoughtfully for a moment, then said, "Well, if it's a bad day for Jesus, then it's a bad day for me."

May we all take Jesus' gift just that personally this weekend.

We can understand someone dying for a person worth dying for, and we can understand how someone good and noble could inspire us to selfless sacrifice. But God put his love on the line for us by offering his Son in sacrificial death while we were of no use whatever to him.
- Romans 5:7-8, The Message