At one time, my dad received his paycheck every other week, on the last day of the workweek. With a smile, he called each of these paydays good Friday. Dad enjoyed good Friday twenty-six times a year. Some years the real Good Friday fell on one of dad’s good Fridays; other times it did not – and then he had twenty-seven Fridays he called good.
Although amusing, I used to wonder if it might be a tad sacrilegious to call payday good Friday. Dad received his paycheck on his good Fridays; all Jesus received on his Good Friday was death.
What’s good about that?
Though Good Friday starts with Jesus, it ends with us. On Jesus’ Good Friday, he began the means for us to receive a gift: eternal life.
Without Good Friday, there would be no Easter.
Without death, there would be no resurrection.
Without sacrifice, there would be no salvation.
Happy Good Friday!