Good Friday, Still He Walked

You may recognize the piece below. I posted it last Easter morning.
I think it's prefect for re-running every year, and better for Good Friday
than Easter morning or day. I think you will see why. My sister Krissy
and I have noticed that every year, on Good Friday, around 3 PM or
shortly after, there always is a thunderstorm, rain shower, sprinkle,
dark clouds or some sort of dark cloud weather phenomenon in our
area. It has been happening for at least a decade, maybe closer to two.
Maybe we have been blessed with this for 2,000 years, I don't know.

We got some rain at 3:02 PM today. For a a couple of minutes. This time
the droplets fell right through the sun sunbeams. It was pretty awesome!

In my area, you will get rain at 3 PM on Good Friday.. I think it's Jesus
reminding us of the majesty of the day and letting us know He still loves
us and wants us to know we are still important to Him.

Please read what is written below and remember Jesus and I love you.
Val =) Did you get any rain around 3 PM today?




Still He Walked
- by Carrie McCutcheon

He could hear the crowds screaming "Crucify" "Crucify".
He could hear the hatred in their voices.
These were His chosen people.
He loved them.

And they were going to crucify Him.
He was beaten, bleeding and weakened.
His heart was broken,
But still He walked.

He could see the crowd
As He came from the palace.
He knew each of the faces so well.
He had created them.

He knew every smile, laugh, and shed tear,
But now they were contorted with rage and anger.
His heart broke,
But still He walked.

Was He scared?
You and I would have been.
So His humanness would have mandated that He was.
He felt alone.

His disciples had left,
Denied, and even betrayed Him.
He searched the crowd for a loving face
And He saw very few.

Then He turned His eyes
To the only One that mattered
And He knew that
He would never be alone.

He looked back at the crowd,
At the people who were spitting at Him,
Throwing rocks at Him
And mocking Him.

And He knew that because of Him,
They would never be alone.
So for them,
He walked.

The sounds of the hammer striking the spikes
Echoed through the crowd.
The sounds of His cries
Echoed even louder.

The cheers of the crowd,
As His hands and feet
Were nailed to the cross,
Intensified with each blow.

Loudest of all was the still small voice inside His
Heart that whispered "I am with You, My Son",
And God's heart broke.
He had let His Son walk.

Jesus could have asked God to end His suffering,
But instead He asked God to forgive.
Not to forgive Him,
But to forgive the ones who were persecuting Him.

As He hung on that cross, dying an unimaginable death,
He looked out and saw,
Not only the faces in the crowd,
But also, the face of every person yet to be.

And His heart filled with love.
As His body was dying, his heart was alive.
Alive with the limitless, unconditional love He feels for each of us.
That is why He walked.

When I forget how much my God loves me,
I remember His walk.
When I wonder if I can be forgiven,
I remember His walk.

When I need reminded of how to live like Christ,
I think of His walk.
And to show Him how much I love Him, I wake up each morning,
Turn my eyes to Him, and I walk.

- by Carrie McCutcheon