Six Hours One Friday

“He really was the Son of God!”
Matthew 27:54

To the casual observer the six hours are mundane…

God is on a cross. The creator of the universe is being executed.

Spit and blood are caked on his cheeks, and his lips are cracked and swollen. Thorns rip his scalp. His lungs scream with pain. His legs knot with cramps. Taut nerves threaten to snap as pain twangs her morbid melody. Yet, death is not ready. And there is no one to save him, for he is sacrificing himself.

It is no normal six hours…it is no normal Friday.

Let me ask you a question: What do you do with this day in history? What do you do with its claims?

If it really happened…if God did commandeer his own crucifixion…if he did turn his back on his own son…those six hours were no normal six hours. They were the most critical hours is history.



From: Max Lucado