Good Friday.
It almost seems a contradiction in terms—good and Friday—when we consider the brutal crucifixion of the sinless Son of God. The One who healed the sick, calmed the storm, and called the dead to life was mocked, beaten, and nailed to a cross. And yet, it was through this very darkness that redemption broke into our world.
As I reflect on Good Friday, I am struck not only by the magnitude of Christ’s sacrifice but by the weight it carries for those we counsel—those sitting in the shadows of despair, shame, trauma, and sorrow. There’s something about this day that gives voice to the ache of the human condition.
You see, many of those we walk alongside are well acquainted with grief. They know betrayal. They understand loss. They feel the sting of rejection. And while the world rushes to bypass pain in search of perpetual happiness, Good Friday invites us to pause. It invites us to look straight into the sorrow—and not turn away.
This day reminds us that Jesus did not run from the agony of the cross. He entered it willingly. He absorbed the full weight of sin and its curse
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