The term Good Friday has always bugged me. It is Holy for sure...but good? I get it on an intellectual level that it is in fact good, but thinking of if I were there that day, it certainly would not have felt good...either in paying the price for my sin myself, or watching Christ do it for me.
I have been thinking about that this week...it is constantly challenging and seemingly at odds with just the way us people think. God is like that...so much bigger than us.
This week the Church in Sampedrana celebrated their 10th anniversary. The picture here of the Sunday service. There were some special guests in there, but it is amazing to think how much God has grown this body in the last decade, through many highs, and lows, times of trail and great blessings. There were many people involved in making this come together, both in Honduras and in the USA, but it was and is clearly all God.
Cecilia had her fourth embassy appointment this week regarding passports. If you had asked me when I was 25 if I would ever have a child, that the child would be born outside the US, and that the child would spend their first 15 years fully living in another culture/country, I would have laughed. God is certainly bigger than my puny imagination back then...and now.
The stories abound, I am not capable of telling all of them that surround us, that work around us, through us, and in spite of us.
I picked these two from this week, a week that for most in Honduras has more to do with hitting the beach than it does a spiritual emphasis. (Resurrection Sunday is historically the least attended Sunday by far of the year) But really it is overwhelming in both a smile producing and even sometimes scary, but good, way.
It gives me a little more pause when I think that, and then of John 21:25 "Now there are also many other things that Jesus did. Were every one of them to be written, I suppose that the world itself could not contain the books that would be written."
There was good news Thursday when Jesus commanded us to love one another (which I am guessing every year since has seemed like a radical, more-needed-now-than-ever idea)
There was good news Friday when Jesus culminated a live lived fulfilling the law, and paying the price for our sin in His death.
There was good news Sunday when He rose from the dead, aka Resurrection Sunday.
There is good news for us every day...regardless what we see around us, if we focus and keep our foundation on Him, and Him alone, and do what He said. And that is a good story worth telling over, and over, and over.