Jason Davids glanced at his bedroom clock. Seven nineteen. Twenty-four hours had passed since one of the darkest moments of his life. He sighed and fell back on his unmade bed. He curled into the fetal position and tried with all of his might to will the horrifying image out of his mind. He had not slept a wink in thirty-seven hours. He glanced at his clock again. Seven twenty. You can do this Jason, he urged himself silently. Just get up and go. Go tell them the truth. Tell everyone at Alyssa’s party that you found Andy’s body. Tell them that he looked dead. Tell them about the horror in Chantal’s eyes when she came rushing up the stairs. Make sure you tell them that it is entirely your fault.
When Jesus cried out “my God my God why have you forsaken me” he was reacting to something he had never before experienced. He was experiencing separation from His Father. He was feeling the weight of sin and bearing sin’s consequence. You see, sin separates man from God. It causes walls to go up between … Continue reading Words from the Cross: A Good Friday Message