Last night was the first Good Friday service I've ever been to. Not sure why . . . I have to say, one of the most moving times I've experienced. It wasn't so much about the service itself, as good as it was. I think it was setting aside the time to really focus on and reflect upon the significance of the cross, the sacrifice, the passion. All of this . . . for me.
God knew from the beginning of time, that the day would come, when an an old Texas boy would fall on his face broken and empty, in need of rescue. What a beautiful terrible cross . . .
