This Good Friday speaks so deeply to my heart. He was pierced of our iniquities, The Blameless died for our sins and, in doing so, took the sting out of death for us all.
Because of the cross, there were smiles behind our tears last night as we said goodbye to Grandpa. Because of the cross, we rest in knowing we will see Grandpa again. Because of Good Friday, our sadness is temporary because we have life eternal.
It is finished, friends. There is good in what seemed like such a dark day. The miracle is coming.