"And when they came to a place called Golgotha (which means Place of a Skull), they offered Him wine to drink, mixed with gall, but when He tasted it, He would not drink it. And when they had crucified Him, they divided His garments among them by casting lots. Now from the sixth hour there was darkness over all the land until the ninth hour. And about the ninth hour Jesus cried out with a loud voice saying, "Eli, Eli, lema sabachthani?" That's, "My God, My God, why have You forsaken Me?" And Jesus cried out again with a loud voice and yielded up His spirit." Mat 27:33-35; 45, 46-50
The significance of Good Friday has been on my mind lately. Our Lord, our Savior was beaten beyond recognition, whipped with glass and metal imbedded leather strips, made to carry a heavy wooden cross, crucified - hung on the cross in a manner that made it impossible to breathe unless He raised himself up on feet imbedded into the cross by a huge nail. He would lift himself up and breathe until the pain became to severe, then he would relax. This went on until He died. After His death, they ran a spear into His side - actually into His heart.
Jesus died and went to hell for us. But our Savior, who loves us enough to endure, temptation, humiliation, wrongful accusations, and hell didn't just go to the grave, He rose again on the third day. His resurrection provides eternal life in His loving presence for us.
Just knowing what He did, for me, when I don't deserve it, makes me want to know Him and love Him all the more.