Showing posts with label Good Friday. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Good Friday. Show all posts

Thursday, April 2, 2026

On The Eve of Good Friday; A Meditation ( a guest post by Emily Curry)

Tonight a first for this blog; it is an honour to share
a guest post by my daughter Emily


 ““Abba, Father,” he said, “everything is possible for you. Take this cup from me. Yet not what I will, but what you will.””

‭‭Mark‬ ‭14‬:‭36‬ ‭NIV‬‬

On the eve of Good Friday, we find Jesus in the garden, pleading, praying to his Heavenly Father, his Abba Father.
The definition of abba is an Aramaic term of profound intimacy and endearment, translating to “papa or daddy” signifying a close relationship with God rather than a distant one. A trusted, loving, perfect father.

When you pray, is this how you view God? Or do you picture a distant God on a throne, looking disapprovingly at humanity making a mess of things down here on earth?

Or in contrast do you know him as Abba, a gentle, loving, kind Father, perfect in every way with a depth of love for us that is unfathomable, despite our broken, sinful, messy lives?

In the garden we see Jesus, who knows the excruciating suffering he is about to endure, knowing God’s plan of redemption has to unfold this way, showing us in his human likeness the only worthwhile place to go when we feel utter despair and heartbreak.

We don’t have to look very far to find difficulty and hardship. Wars wage around the world, people keep getting sick, families are breaking apart, people are full of anger and hatred. We are hurting and lonely and it can feel so unbearable.

But our Heavenly Father doesn’t want us to try to bear this life on our own. His arms are reaching down, like a father reaching for his dear child, wanting to help us, carry us, meet us in our suffering.

Over the last 18 months I have experienced heartbreak after heartbreak, losing some very special people in my life. I’ve been in pieces, crying out to God in the midst of my despair. I have seen God as my Abba father in a way I never had before.

In the fall of 2025, I was still grieving the loss of a good friend who passed away a short 7 weeks before. My heart was still healing after the sudden loss of a dear aunt one year before. Then on October 4th, my husband Rob and I received more devastating news. Two friends of ours were in a car accident and didn’t make it, leaving behind 3 beautiful girls, one being our daughter’s best friend.
Through tear filled sobs I said to my husband “ I can’t do another grief journey already. It’s too soon. I can’t do this.”
Really God? More heartbreak, more loss? Those poor kids. That poor family.
I cried out to God in disbelief, anger, pain. I couldn’t understand. I felt so broken.

A few days later while I was doing dishes, my daughter cried out “Mom, look at the sunset!”
Something we had started doing together, especially after my aunt Lucy had passed away ;a woman who cherished the beauty of this earth, finding joy in so much of God’s creation, was to drop what we were doing and run outside to marvel at something as simple as a sunset. So out we ran, my oldest son, daughter and I. It was stunning, fiery, and breathtaking.


I was snapping pictures when my dear daughter exclaimed “Mom, turn around! There’s a rainbow behind you!!”

A rainbow? Seriously?
I turned around, and sure enough, peeking though the clouds was a tiny rainbow.


Faint, and hardly visible.

What is a rainbow exactly?
A rainbow is “an optical phenomenon that appears when sunlight and atmospheric conditions are just right-and the viewers position is just right to see it. It requires water droplets to be floating in the air, which is why you see it right after it rains. The sun needs to be behind you and the clouds cleared away from the sun for the rainbow to appear.” (NESDIS)
Speechless.
In front of me, a cloud filled sky, but within it tucked a small symbol of promise and hope.
The clouds in front of me, the sun behind me was the most profound metaphor for what it felt like was facing in my life. And as I stood there, tears streaming down my face the rainbow grew and grew, still very faint…


And as I stood there it felt as though my loving, Heavenly Father reached down, wrapped his arms around me and said “ Though it’s hard to see the light right now, though life feels stormy and uncertain, do not lose hope. I am with you. You are not alone .”

Even though I walk through the darkest valley, I will fear no evil, for you are with me; your rod and your staff, they comfort me.
‭‭Psalms‬ ‭23‬:‭4‬ ‭NIV
‬‬ (emphasis added)

And then, as quickly as the rainbow appeared, it was gone. We had been out there a total of about 3 minutes. Yet, we were positioned just right to see it. We almost missed it, though I knew it was no coincidence. It was a gift straight from heaven.

Abba Father. Love that we simply cannot fathom.

Through sniffles I said softly to my oldest two kiddos something along the lines of , “God knew we needed this gift. He sees our pain. This is how much he loves us.”

God doesn’t always show up in such tangible and miraculous ways, but I promise you, He’s always there. He never leaves us, he never forsakes us.

As Easter is approaching we are reminded of the depth of our Heavenly Father’s love.
Sending his Son, his perfect Son to take our place on a cross meant for sinners, a cross meant for you and I. 
Rising again and defeating death.
Making a way for us to experience relationship with Him, a closeness with him, like a father and a child.

He is so worth knowing and pursuing and living for.

I pray that whatever you are facing in your life right now, whether you are on a mountaintop or valley or somewhere in between, you would recognize your need for Jesus in your life. That you would let him step in and carry whatever you are carrying. We were not meant to walk through this life alone. Fall at the foot of the cross, and give it all to him.

Beneath the Cross...


Matt.1:21
And she will bring forth a Son, 
and you shall call His name JESUS, 
for He will save His people from their sins.”





John 1:29
The next day John saw Jesus coming toward him, and said,
 “Behold! The Lamb of God who takes away the sin of the world!

Behold the Lamb of God
Nailed to a cross so mean
Be still, and gaze upon the blood
That washes sinners clean
Ah, can you see Him now
Raised up for all to see
His bleeding side, hands, feet and brow
Behold His agony

Pierced with thorns, nails and sword
Blood-thirsty, the mob screams
Not knowing, as they strike the Lord
Redemption’s fountain streams
Not comprehending love
Nor the power of He
Whose death would conquer death and prove
The truth of prophecy

Behold the sinless Lamb
Paying the sinner’s price
He knew no sin and yet became
Sin’s final sacrifice
Behold Him hanging there
Suff’ring salvation’s fee
Hark! Can you hear His dying prayer
'Forgive them' was His plea

Hatred meets love unflawed
Where holy horrors meld
Hell's showdown with the Son of God
No drop of blood withheld
Where death and Life compete
And death appeared to win
Come, kiss His side, his hands, his feet
And be cleansed from your sin

Come, bow beneath God’s Son
And feel His blood drops flow
Beneath the cross red rivers run
To wash us white as snow
Then repeat, humbly awed
The Name above all names
Jesus, Jesus, the Son of God
Who saves us from our sins

Janet Martin




Friday, April 18, 2025

Behold, The Hour Is Come (Good Friday Meditation)

John 17:1
When Jesus had spoken these things, 
He lifted up His eyes to heaven and said,
 “Father, the hour has come. 
Glorify Your Son, that Your Son may glorify You.






 

Behold, the hour is come
For God would not withdraw
The Cornerstone of Christendom;
the cross confounds the law
As Deity and dust
In  holy horror meet
As the unjust condemns the Just
The King who washes feet!

The hour of love's plan
Summons salvation's cost
The gaping void twixt God and man
Will be forever crossed
Bridged by a cross that bore  
Power's grisly showdown;
Love's bleating/bleeding Lamb, and Lion's roar
Death's verdict and Life's Crown

Behold, His blood runs rife
Redemption is not free
The Son of God lays down His life 
 To ransom you and me
Sinless, He becomes sin
His agony complete
And though it seems that death will win
His death is not defeat...

...behold, love's misery
The suffering Saviour cries
(For all who were, are and will be)
'It is finished'  and dies
And in the crashing gloom
The temple's veil is torn
Final breath rends the cross-shaped Womb
Eternal life is born 

Behold the hour is come
For all to kneel and pray
The Cornerstone of Christendom
Washes our guilt away
Behold, the Son of God
Triumph misunderstood
The silence of the grave's façade 
Resurrection's prelude 

Janet Martin

John 19:28-30
Later, knowing that everything had now been finished, 
and so that Scripture would be fulfilled, Jesus said, “I am thirsty.” 
29 A jar of wine vinegar was there, so they soaked a sponge in it,
 put the sponge on a stalk of the hyssop plant, and lifted it to Jesus’ lips. 
30 When he had received the drink, Jesus said, “It is finished.” 
With that, he bowed his head and gave up his spirit.


 

Thursday, April 17, 2025

He Makes Every Morning Glorious...



From yon formless fount of ages
Marmalade-hued mercies brim...



It is Good Friday Eve.
I wrote this poem this morning but was unable to post it
before heading to my mother to help with some spring cleaning
so what began as an aubade is now a vesper!

***


He was delivered up by God’s set plan and foreknowledge, 
and you, by the hands of the lawless, 
put Him to death by nailing Him to the cross.

Acts 2:21
And everyone who calls on the name of the Lord will be saved.’

Acts 4:12
Salvation exists in no one else, 
for there is no other name under heaven given to men 
by which we must be saved.”

John 3:16
For God so loved the world 
He gave His one and only Son, 
that everyone who believes in Him 
shall not perish but have eternal life.

***
From yon formless fount of ages
Marmalade-hued mercies brim
Over Bygone’s battered stages
Roll the lyrics of hope’s hymn
As night’s brooding backdrops dim

Hark! What holy favours fashion
Melodies of grace unfurled
Pulsing with divine compassion
Like springtime’s first bud uncurled
From the Savior of the world

He, who bore sin’s gory pardon
Whose blood poured in agony
First in Gethsemane’s Garden
Then in full, at Calvary
As He died for you and me

He, who did not scorn love’s calling
Knowing from the start, its price
On the cross, crude and appalling
Only Jesus could suffice
To be sin’s last sacrifice

Look! In every hand a hammer
Hark! On every tongue, vile jeers
While like a Lamb, led to slaughter
Obedience perseveres
Through atonement's lonely tears

He who rose again, victorious
Overthrowing death and hell
He makes every morning glorious
Sweetens suffering’s citadel
With hope’s unrelenting bell

…pealing from morn’s formless fountain
Mercies brim, marmalade-hued
Heavens throbbing with redemption
-anthems of God’s grace renewed
Worship bursts with gratitude

Jesus, Jesus, darling Saviour
Ransom for me, wretched clod
Forgives all who ask this favour
Salvation, a gift from God
Purchased by His Son's shed blood   

© Janet Martin








Thursday, April 6, 2023

Not Seeing Yet Believing...(or, See, Lifted O'er the Dregs of Desperation)


1 Corinthians 1:18
For the message of the cross is foolishness to those who are perishing,
 but to us who are being saved it is the power of God.



See, lifted o'er the dregs of desperation wrought by sin
The cross of Calvary, hope's resolution to begin
He who knew no sin became sin, so sinners may become
The righteousness of Christ, the cornerstone of Christendom 

See there the tree that wears the blood that turns sin's scarlet white
And bears the One who loves beyond comprehension's vague flight 
He who endured the cross, beheld, while being nailed-engraved 
Beyond the nature of love's call to all who would be saved 

See Him suffer then die, so you and I may look and live
Hear Him, while being crucified, cry out, 'Father, forgive' 
He did not hold against us a debt we could never pay
Then praise the name of Jesus who washes our sins away

See, the grave where they laid Him, it is empty, as He said
Death and hell overthrown by He who arose from the dead
See, lifted o'er the dregs of desperation, Dread's reprieve 
The power of the cross; salvation for all who believe 

© Janet Martin

Heb12:2
Let us fix our eyes on Jesus, 
the author and perfecter of our faith, 
who for the joy set before Him endured the cross, 
scorning its shame, and sat down 
at the right hand of the throne of God


Philippians 2:8
And being found in appearance as a man, 
He humbled Himself and became obedient to death--
even death on a cross.


that if you confess with your mouth, "Jesus is Lord," 
and believe in your heart that God raised Him from the dead, 
you will be saved.


 

Wednesday, April 5, 2023

Does It Not (Bid Thought to Marvel)


 


Grace and peace to you from God our Father 
and the Lord Jesus Christ,
 4 who gave himself for our sins 
to rescue us from the present evil age, 
according to the will of our God and Father, 
5 to whom be glory for ever and ever. 
Amen. 
Gal.1:3-5


Does it not bid thought to marvel
He who knew no sin became
Sin's sacrifice for all people
To redeem us through His Name

Does it not stir adoration 
For He whose blood was out-poured
Once for all, the soul's salvation
Wrought, through Jesus Christ the Lord

Does it not stun contemplation
That the Son of God should be
Humbled to death's meanest station
On a cross for all to see

Crushed beneath the weight He carries
Sinless, bearing all our sins
For we, beneficiaries
Of His holy sufferings 

Does it not undo vainglory
To view hate's presumptuousness
While love, clothed in bloodshed, gory
Wove faith's robes of righteousness

Does it not renew surrender
Does it not steal our breath
To behold the soul's Defender 
Obedient unto death

Look, where love's manifestation
Suffered voluntarily  
Does it not stir adoration
From the likes of you and me

Jesus Christ gave Himself for us
Bearing Pardon's Albatross 
So that we we may be victorious
Through the power of the cross

Does it not bid thought to marvel
At the hope the cross affords
Through sin's sacrifice so royal-
King of Kings and Lord of lords

   © Janet Martin















Monday, April 3, 2023

A Meek Appeal


“I will remove the heart of stone from your flesh
and give you a heart of flesh. 
And I will put my Spirit within you . . . 
and you shall be my people, 
and I will be your God”







Forgive my apathy
My soul, not wholly awed
Forgetful, where a blood-drenched tree
Extolled the Lamb of God

Forgive my wayward eye
From Cal’vry’s silhouette
Where grief does not compose a cry
Of true repentance yet

Forgive my easy loss
Of sorrow for my sin
Forbid, I gaze upon the cross
Yet bar the Door within

Forgive my errant whim
Desires, prone to pride
Unshaken, as I gaze on Him
With Self, not yet denied

Forgive my lack of zeal
For Your sufficient grace
Draw me back to the cross to feel
Your blood drops on my face

Forbid that I should bow
O Christ, beneath thy Blood
Only to return to sin’s slough
Like a pig to the mud

Remove my heart of stone
Break through my ache of skin
With renewed awe for You alone
Who takes away my sin

Forgive me when I seek
The willing ways of men 
Lord, enter in where flesh is weak
And make me strong again 

© Janet Martin






Friday, April 15, 2022

Looking On Him Who I Pierced...




Let this mind be in you which was also in Christ Jesus, 
6 who, being in the form of God, did not consider it [b]robbery to be equal with God, 
7 but [c]made Himself of no reputation, taking the form of a bondservant,
 and coming in the likeness of men. 
8 And being found in appearance as a man, He humbled Himself 
and became obedient to the point of death, 
even the death of the cross.
Therefore God also has highly exalted Him 
and given Him the name which is above every name, 
10 that at the name of Jesus every knee should bow, 
of those in heaven, and of those on earth, and of those under the earth, 
11 and that every tongue should confess that Jesus Christ is Lord, 
to the glory of God the Father.
Phil.2:5-8




Where our failures fuel woe
Restitutions rivers flow
Grace, through glory’s dreaded feat
Crowns faith’s cross with joy complete

See His Hands, nail-scar engraved
Love declares the sinner saved
All who repent and believe
Will salvation’s gift receive

Not by works so none can boast
Not by wealth of worldly toast
This salvation we applaud
Is redemption’s gift from God

Let love’s tears of sorrow spill
Down Golgotha’s bloodstained hill
Kiss and wash His nail-pierced feet
With love’s perfume bittersweet

Stricken, sight esteemed Him dead
While He crushed the serpent’s head
While for our ransom He
Hung till death upon that tree

Wound on wound, the King of kings
Did not rue His sufferings
Did not curse the bitter fruit
Of the tree from Jesse’s root

But with love’s humility
Jesus paid sin’s penalty
Hate, in its most crucial fling
Pierced grace and mercy’s wellspring

‘It is finished’ won the fight
Pierced the darkness with True Light
Rent the veil that hung between
What Now IS and what had been

Where this world runs rife with woe
Redemption's rivers still flow
Grace, through glory’s misery
Crowns life's race with victory

© Janet Martin

“They will look on the one they have pierced.”
John 19:37







Friday, April 2, 2021

Good Friday Meditation

My Faith Looks Up To Thee

 

Let us fix our eyes on Jesus,
 the author and perfecter of our faith, 
who for the joy set before Him endured the cross, 
scorning its shame, 
and sat down at the right hand of the throne of God
Heb12:2.

So much to woo and distract us
In a world of fear and dread
Oh Lord, let the truth attract us
Fix our hope on You instead

Draw our gaze from what depraves us
Time is but a transient spree
Let us look to love that saves us
Fix our eyes on Calvary

Let us look to love that frees us
Authoring salvation’s hymn
Let us see the love of Jesus
Fix our faith wholly on Him

So much to trouble and test us
So much enmity and strife
Let us fix our eyes on Jesus
He is the Way, Truth and Life

Let us turn our attention
From wants of this wicked world
Look to Calvary’s redemption
And Hope’s Blood-banner unfurled

Let us find faith’s satisfaction
In love’s gift, so bitter-sweet
Through Christ’s death and resurrection
Our pardon is complete

Then, when woes and sorrows torment
When through tears, the way grows dim
Let us look beyond the moment
Let us fix our eyes on Him

© Janet Martin


Wednesday, March 31, 2021

Because Of His Mercy...

"He saved us, not because of righteous things we had done, but because of his mercy.
 He saved us through the washing of rebirth and renewal by the Holy Spirit,
 whom he poured out on us generously through Jesus Christ our Savior, 
so that, having been justified by his grace, 
we might become heirs having the hope of eternal life."

You are invited to join us as we worship on Good Friday

and Easter Sunday!


Harmonica players have a special place in my heart
so I chose this version of a favorite hymn for this post


 



Does mercy not make worth the while of ‘smile and try again’
For mercy meets us in each mile it metes, of joy and pain
Life’s flight of forward measured mien would be a fear-filled Must
Without love’s merciful Unseen to anchor hope and trust

Oh Lord, increase faith’s sacred claim, as we press to the Prize
Let Your Name be the only name our worship magnifies
Let the sword of the Spirit (which is your Word) be our might
For by your mercy, we are brought/bought from darkness into Light

May the mercy that you have shown fill us and overflow
From vessels made of skin and bone, so everyone may know
That You loved us so much you sent Your Son to pay the price
So that no one may perish but all have eternal life

Because of your mercy oh Lord our faith is not in vain
By Your mercy grace has restored mankind to You again
The deceiver, the enemy of God is overthrown
Once and for all you shed Your blood sin’s verdict to atone

Your sacrifice has washed away the need for bull and ram
For blood of beast could never pay, only a perfect Lamb
So by the mercy of the One who beheld Calvary
I AM became the scapegoat for the likes of you and me

Oh, let the wonder of such love give weary souls a lift
God loves each one of us so much He still holds out His Gift
Of ‘all who believe will not perish but will be forgiv’n
And receive everlasting life; not death and hell, but Heav’n

Mercy holds wide the door; the Ark of Safety is not sealed
Look up, do not ignore the stripes whereby mankind is healed
Whereby Hope is an anchor though life's storms may surge and toss
Mercy secures faith’s armour in the power of the cross

© Janet Martin

Isa.53:4-6
Surely He took on our infirmities and carried our sorrows; 
yet we considered Him stricken by God, struck down and afflicted.
 6We all like sheep have gone astray, each one has turned to his own way; 
and the LORD has laid upon Him the iniquity of us all.…

...without the shedding of blood there is no forgiveness.

Therefore, brothers and sisters, since we have confidence to enter the Most Holy Place
 by the blood of Jesus, by a new and living way opened for us
 through the curtain, that is, his body, and since we have a great priest over the house of God, 
 let us draw near to God with a sincere heart and with the full assurance that faith brings,
 having our hearts sprinkled to cleanse us from a guilty conscience 
and having our bodies washed with pure water. 
 Let us hold unswervingly to the hope we profess, for he who promised is faithful. 
 And let us consider how we may spur one another on toward love and good deeds, 
 not giving up meeting together, as some are in the habit of doing, 
but encouraging one another—and all the more as you see the Day approaching.


Friday, April 10, 2020

I Ask Not For Understanding...Just Faith

While I was writing this I found out about a barn fire in our community, 
I read Today's Daily Bread devotion: below is the first paragraph:
In the Middle Eastern country where they live, Adrian and his family suffer persecution for their faith. Yet, through it all, they demonstrate Christ’s love. Standing in his church courtyard, which was pummeled by bullets when terrorists used it as training ground, he said, “Today is Good Friday. We remember that Jesus suffered for us on the cross.” And suffering, he continued, is something that believers in Jesus there understand. But his family chooses to remain in their homeland: “We’re still here, still standing.”...
I prayed for my mom who this week was tested positive for the COVID-19 virus. She is doing reasonably well (over the worst, we hope) and is in the 3rd week of Quarantine. Please can you remember her in your prayers and pray for dad's protection?! 
I revisited a WOW-some Message I listened to yesterday by Dr. Charles Stanley...
 

I talked to hubby and daughter Emily on the phone for a while...about life!
...and in all of it found pieces to press into poem.
Praying this Good Friday, that soul-searching turns into worship in spirit and in truth...
 (and for my Russian friend/friends)
The STUNNINGLY BEAUTIFUL version below!

I ask not for understanding but for faith to ‘just believe
Taking at God’s Word His promise of the life we will receive
Yes indeed, we will have trouble, but His Name is like a tow’r
Standing firm amidst the rubble; the cross cannot lose its pow’r

I ask not for understanding but for faith to ‘just obey
To take up the cross of service and to follow all the way
If the gain of this world’s treasure claims the price-tag of the soul

I ask not for understanding but for faith to ‘just endure
Time is like a little teardrop on the cheek of Evermore
Where salvation grants Hope’s Wings that help us soar above earth’s loss
As we bow in humble worship in the shadow of the cross

© Janet Martin