The mystery of Good Friday is that God chooses to suffer death at the hands of His creation.

Why would You do this, O Lord?

The only answer seems to be this: Your love endures forever.

Your love endures death.

Your love endures grief.

Your love endures fear.

Your love endures doubt.

Your love endures guilt.

Your love endures life.

Your love endures death.

The empty tomb declares a message of your eternal, enduring love.

And in these hard days, that’s the only message that satisfies.

Good Friday, 2011