Good-Friday!

Good-Friday!-thoughts

 

 

On the 3rd-hour Jesus cried out in a lost voice:

My God! My God! Why hast Thou forsaken me?

 

Beaten! Battered! Scourged! Crowned with thorns!

 

With a final breath He whispered:

It is done!---and...gave up the spirit!

 

Taking His dead body from the cross, they laid the remains 

in a borrowed-tomb rolling a huge stone into the entrance.

 

Heaven's-fury opened with a torrential storm-of-anger

for what mankind had done to the sacred Son-of-God!

 

When all seems lost---Salvation!...may be as close as 3-days!

 

And, sure-enough!---Upon the Easter dawn-to-come...Salvation!

 

Amen!

 

 

And, as I rested on this "Good"-Friday feast, a jet plane

fractured my respite with its powerful-thrust eruption.

 

Several-minutes later a second plane violated my restful-state.

Different in intensity from the first, this one growled-deeply.

 

Into my attentive-mind creeped long-ago lyrics:

I'm leaving on a jet plane, don't know when I'll be back-again...

 

From that plane-incident evolved the Good-Friday story.

 

No!---I am not leaving on a jet-plane...Travel is behind me!

 

Been here and there---a time or two...kissed yon mountain, embraced the sea.

 

Jesus traveled less than 200-miles in His time and space.

I pray that I have "walked" as many-miles in my time.

 

I left some dusty-tracks---Reckon-so!...Pray I did some-"Good", some where.

 

And---on the 'morrow...we shall celebrate the Easter-resurrection!

 

Amen!