Good Friday, in all its horror is just as miraculous as Sunday and all its wonder.
I believe in the incarnate God. Immanuel. God with us.
Jesus is God bent low to save man. The cosmic breaking of all decorum angels and demons expect of the Creator of the Universe, in Christ Jesus.
So humbled. So low. So despised. So rejected. So tortured. So emptied. So willing to reverse the curse on his children and his world in the giving of his own body.
It’s an absolute miracle! No god does this! Humans don’t do this!
If Jesus was not God in flesh then he was just a victim of abused power at best. If he was not God in the flesh he didn’t die for me. He didn’t bridge the gap between me and God. He didn’t show me God.
But he is the God Man. And so I look at his humiliation and see the most miraculous, beautiful God no person or angel could ever imagine. A self-sacrificing God. God, who is miraculous love.
“Then Jesus said, “Father, forgive them, because they do not know what they are doing.” And they divided his clothes and cast lots. The people stood watching, and even the leaders were scoffing: “He saved others; let him save himself if this is God’s Messiah, the Chosen One!” and said, “If you are the king of the Jews, save yourself!” An inscription was above him: This Is the King of the Jews. Then one of the criminals hanging there began to yell insults at him: “Aren’t you the Messiah? Save yourself and us!” But the other answered, rebuking him: “Don’t you even fear God, since you are undergoing the same punishment? We are punished justly, because we’re getting back what we deserve for the things we did, but this man has done nothing wrong.” Then he said, “Jesus, remember me when you come into your kingdom.””
Luke 23:34-35, 37-42 CSB
Sheila Dougal 