On this day, the blackest Friday in all history, the King of Glory, the Rose of Sharon, the Lily of the Valley, the very Son of God was mocked and jeered and finally nailed to an ugly old cross to pay for sins not His own. Unless and until we acknowledge that we were in that yelling, taunting mob—and beg forgiveness for the terrible travesty—we are still part of it.
When the last anguished cry came from the Savior’s lips, “It is finished!”, and the temple curtain was torn in twain, even the Roman soldier said, “Truly this was the Son of God!” Only his tense was wrong. Not “was”, but “is”, then, now and forever shall be!
Later when the angel rolled the stone from the sepulcher, darkness gave way to light, Jesus came forth, and for the whole earth, a new day was dawning. “He is risen!”, the angel announced triumphantly to Mary Magdalene. Jesus said, “Mary”, and she replied “Rabboni!” with gratitude sweeping over her. That was a consecrated moment. The Lord Jesus had met and conquered the power of sin and death. The debt was paid. The very Son of God paid for the sins of the world, and Mary (who represents all of us) graciously accepted His magnificent gift of love. No wonder we rejoice that the blackness of that Friday gave way to the morning of joy unspeakable when He arose, and ever lives to give us everlasting life.