Easter week is always a special week. Focusing on the Savior and thinking about His last week on earth is an overwhelming and beautiful reminder. Today is Good Friday. This is the Friday preceding Easter Sunday. Many Christians honor Good Friday as the commemoration of the Savior’s death and crucifixion. I take the following from Elder Joseph B. Wirthlin’s talk, “Sunday Will Come“:
I think of how dark that Friday was when Christ was lifted up on the cross.
On that terrible Friday the earth shook and grew dark. Frightful storms lashed at the earth.
Those evil men who sought His life rejoiced. Now that Jesus was no more, surely those who followed Him would disperse. On that day they stood triumphant.
On that day the veil of the temple was rent in twain.
Mary Magdalene and Mary, the mother of Jesus, were both overcome with grief and despair. The superb man they had loved and honored hung lifeless upon the cross.
On that Friday the Apostles were devastated. Jesus, their Savior—the man who had walked on water and raised the dead—was Himself at the mercy of wicked men. They watched helplessly as He was overcome by His enemies.
On that Friday the Savior of mankind was humiliated and bruised, abused and reviled.
It was a Friday filled with devastating, consuming sorrow that gnawed at the souls of those who loved and honored the Son of God.
I think that of all the days since the beginning of this world’s history, that Friday was the darkest.
Before we begin the celebration, before we rejoice in the glory of His resurrection, before we can truly honor and respect what He did for each of us, I believe there must be a moment where we recognize the utter devastation of His death–the sadness, betrayal, the ultimate sacrifice of those moments before the miracle of celebration and resurrection.
In the scriptures we learn there must be opposition in all things. There cannot be sweet without the bitter, joy without sadness, life without death. Before we can truly recognize the miracle of the resurrection, we must ponder for a moment the significance of His death.
On this Friday, I am trying to recognize the significance of what He has done for me–what He has done for each of us. And, although my mortal mind cannot fully comprehend His sacrifice, I can take a minute from my shopping, my preparing, my cleaning, my daily minutiae, and remember Him.
Although I have often taken Good Friday for granted, today I will remember Him, and the sacrifice that He made for each of us as His brothers and sisters.