April 6th, 2007

all things die

Good Friday

For the first disciples of Jesus, this day was anything but good. The man they had followed, believing him to be the Messiah, God's Anointed One, was brutally beaten and then crucified by Roman soldiers.

And yet, two thousand years later, we can call it good, because this was not a meaningless death. Jesus took the place of each of us, deserving a criminal's death, destined someday to surrender life and come to the judgment with only the deeds we did in life, and gave us mercy, and forgiveness, and healing.

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Again, a link to a previously post midrash fic, this one for Good Friday: There Will Be No Miracle.

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