Why is Good Friday, “Good”?

I once had a Jewish friend, who couldn’t understand why Christians called Good Friday, “Good.” This was the day that Christians remember Jesus’ death. What is so good about that?

 

Once, in regards to this same friend, during the time of the Jewish High Holidays I wished him a “Happy Yom Kippur.” He quickly corrected me and told me that Yom Kippur was not a “Happy Day.” In fact, Yom Kippur was a somber day involving one’s reflection upon their sins and their repentance before God. Part of my misunderstanding of Yom Kippur was probably my mentally connecting it to Good Friday and the Passion Week. Good Friday is the day, when we as Christians remember and celebrate Christ’s sacrifice for our sins.

 

Of course, there is no literal connection between Yom Kippur and Easter. Yom Kippur takes place in the Fall, whereas the Passion Week comes in the Spring. The only Jewish holiday that has a true connection to the Passion Week is Passover. Nevertheless, I can’t help but think that there is a connection between Yom Kippur and Good Friday.

 

As Christians, before we can celebrate Good Friday and Easter, we need to commemorate Yom Kippur. Why? Good Friday can truly be “Good” to us, only when we recognize both the power of sin in our lives and the hopelessness of our sin. We should understand in our repentance, the consequences of our sin and understand the hurt that we have caused to our God, to other people and to ourselves. All of this should be done with a sober understanding of who we are before God.

 

In the end, what makes Good Friday, truly “Good” is that Jesus died for those very same sins that we acknowledged during Yom Kippur. Good Friday and Easter celebrate our victory over sin through Jesus Christ our Savior. The celebration of the resurrection is made all the more sweet and good, because we could understand the pain and hurt caused by our sin and know that Jesus took care of our sin once and for all.  

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Cherish Life: Reflections on Nick Adenhart

Yesterday, we learned that Nick Adenhart, rookie pitcher with the Los Angeles Angels died with two others in a car accident caused by a drunk driver. I am a baseball fan. I am an Angels fan. I am a Christian. This was a sad and terrible day.

How can such a thing happen? 6 hours before the accident, twenty-two year old Nick Adenhart was on top of the world. He had pitched six shutout innings against the Oakland A’s. Now he was dead in a seemingly random act. It seems wrong. It seems painfully unfair and even cruel.

I honestly know very little about Nick Adenhart, or about whether he was a Christian. Nevertheless, I  feel profoundly sad for the parents of Nick Adenhart, as well as other parents who lost their children in this accident. It’s a terrible thing to bury your child. I pray, that they will find some solace and some hope in the Lord as they search for the meaning of all this.

In this world, we often idolize sports figures and we place a disproportionate weight on their accomplishments. Winning games and doing well often become a matter of “life and death.” But, this event reminds me that in the larger scheme of life, sports and baseball, the things we distract ourselves with, pale in comparison to real issues of life and death.

Angels outfielder Torii Hunter, one of the classiest acts in baseball said the following:

 “A lot of these guys in here have never lost anybody in their family that’s close to them. I hate that this happened, but this is part of life. This is the real deal. That’s why you’ve got to kiss your kids, kiss your family every day when you get up in the morning and before you leave for work.”

Torii Hunters words remind me of James 4:13-15

“Now listen, you who say, ‘Today or tomorrow we will go to this or that city, spend a year there, carry on business and make money.’ Why, you do not even know what will happen tomorrow. What is your life? You are a mist that appears for a little while and then vanishes. Instead, you ought to say, ‘If it is the Lord’s will, we will live and do this or that.'”

Life is precious and every day we have on this earth is a gift. How do I want to use that gift? How do I want to spend my time? So often, I feel that I don’t have time for others. I don’t have time for my wife. I don’t have time for my kids. I don’t have time for my friends. I have time to email. I want time to myself. I need my personal space. Accidents like this, remind me that I should make the most of every moment and cherish the people that God has placed in my life.

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Forgiveness

The subject of forgiveness has been on my mind lately. It seems all the more appropriate because of the coming Passion Week.

 

Matthew 18:21

21Then Peter came to Jesus and asked, “Lord, how many times shall I forgive my brother when he sins against me? Up to seven times?” 22Jesus answered, “I tell you, not seven times, but seventy-seven times.

 

I have come to realize that one of the most difficult things in life is the act of forgiveness. It’s easy to forgive when the hurt isn’t that serious, or when the other person begs your forgiveness.

 

“I am so sorry, I hurt you.  I don’t deserve it, but please forgive me.”

 

This is what we want to hear. Then we want to see a change in behavior. The person craving our forgiveness should be contrite. Maybe we don’t want their total humiliation, but we would like to receive some assurances that they will not hurt us in the same way again.

 

But its not always like that, is it? Moreover, we would like to think that this kind of model would at least exist in the church. But unfortunately this isn’t always the case. In fact, it sometimes seems that the church is where we fall short the most.

 

The church should be a tight-knit place where people can experience what it means to be a body of Christ. It’s the church as described in the second chapter of Acts. It’s a place where they love another, even as Jesus commanded us to love and gave us an example of sacrificial love.  If you look at the fruit of the spirit, you realize that these are all things that can only be truly experienced while in relationship with others. You can’t love yourself. You can’t be patient or gentle with yourself. Only in the context of relationship can these things be fully experienced. Yet, perhaps ironically, Church is also the one place where so many of us as Christians have been hurt. Maybe it’s because of those relationships that we share together that I can be hurt so badly. I am not hurt by the people who are strangers to me. I am hurt by those people who I thought were my friends and my spiritual mentors. In some cases, we have not just been hurt, we’ve been mortally wounded.

 

So, what do you do when the person doesn’t ask you forgiveness? What do you do if they don’t even acknowledge a wrong? What do you do when the person who has hurt you, not only doesn’t ask for your forgiveness, but continues to hurt you.

 

When the person who has hurt you is in a position of leadership and trust, the hurt can be even more terrible. I don’t want to forgive them and, if anything, I would like to pray for God’s judgment on them. But is that what Jesus commands?

 

For us this is the context of Jesus’ command to forgive, not just once, not even twice or three times, but seventy times seven times. Jesus’ words are unequivocal.

 

Moreover, Jesus doesn’t place any preconditions on forgiveness. He doesn’t add a footnote that reads

*If the person in question is a jerk and continues to hurt you, then you don’t have to forgive them.

 

If Jesus had said something like this, then I would have my “out.” But, Jesus doesn’t give me that excuse.

 

Of course, part of the reason, why I am commanded to forgive this way, is because this is the way God has forgiven me. As someone who has been given much mercy, I am commanded likewise to live a life of mercy. Because, even despite my personal failings, and my inability to control my appetites and desires, God has nevertheless chose to love me. His forgiveness wasn’t done with the precondition that I never sin again. Rather, as Romans 5:6 tells me, when I was still ungodly, selfish and cruel, Christ died for me.

 

Yet, even as I write this, I realize how hard it is. Forgiveness, involves something more than the intellectual knowledge that I am supposed to forgive.

 

It’s like kids, when you force them to say, “I’m sorry.” They often say it, but they don’t mean it. In the same way, as a Christian I say, “I forgive you,” but in my heart that forgiveness doesn’t come easy or naturally. Forgiveness is unnatural. It requires me to let go of myself. It requires me to give up my right to justice. It requires me, to allow myself to be hurt again and again. Not because I am a glutton for punishment, but because this is the bullet that Jesus took for me.

 

My example is Jesus, who on the cross at Calvary, said, “Father, forgive them, for they do not know what they are doing.”

 

How can I forgive like this? To be totally honest, it seems almost impossible. But then again, I reminded of the cross, the most audacious example of love in human history. Ultimately, Jesus shows me that forgivenes is possible. After all, he has forgiven me. This doesn’t mean that it’s easy, but it’s possible.

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I love my father. I am not my father.

First, let me just say that I love my father. If I can be half the man he was, then I will have lived a good life.

 

He fought through every conceivable adversity. He lived part of his early childhood in a prisoner of war camp. His father died in a Japanese prisoner of war camp. He had to help support his younger siblings after the death of his father. He joined the navy in his teens. He came to the US with a young wife and two babies. He worked two and three jobs to support his family. He never complained about how life was too hard for him. Compared to him, I am a wimp.

 

That said, he was also an angry man who did not know how to relate to his children. He had a very bad temper. Yet, although, he did hit me, I cannot say that I was physically abused by him. However, he did verbally abuse me. He used demeaning language toward me. I was afraid of him.

 

Now that I am a father of two little girls, I often wonder about the kind of parent I will become.

 

I still vividly remember how my father would respond after I accidentally knocked over a cup of water at the dinner table. He would yell at me and tell me that I was stupid and worse.

 

This comes to mind, because last week, my four year old daughter knocked over chocolate milk, getting it on the floor and barely missing the furniture. I yelled at her and demeaned her. I asked her, “What is wrong with you. Why do you always make a mess?!” I didn’t call her stupid. But, I remember the shocked look on her face when I yelled at her. I couldn’t help but remember my own childhood and the hurt and fear that I felt around my own father.

 

I don’t want Johanna to be afraid of me or feel like she cannot talk to me. I don’t want her to live a lifetime of hurt thinking about her relationship with her father—me.

 

When did I become my father? Why did I yell at my little girl? These are complex questions.

 

Personally, I would like to display the best characteristics of my father. I would like to have his perseverance and his unswerving loyalty. I am less interested and maybe afraid of displaying his less savory characteristics, including his temper.

 

We all inevitably mirror the image of parents. We display some of their best characteristics and some of their worst. Maybe I have the right to point to my background as an excuse for my behavior. Maybe this is how I was nurtured. Like my dad often shared with us, “This is just the way I am. Nobody is going to change me.”

 

 But to offer these kinds of excuses somehow seems painfully inadequate. It doesn’t address the real choice that I have each day regarding my behavior and my response to the events and people around me. This isn’t my dad’s fault. This isn’t the fault of circumstance or events. This is my responsibility and if I want something better for my girls, then it is my responsibility to change.

 

Any excuses on my part also ignores the very real consequences if I do not change. I don’t want my girls to fear me or hate me. While I am not perfect, and have any number of faults, I hope that my girls can hopefully come to see me as someone that they love and respect. Lastly, although this seems part of the distant future, I hope that when they eventually begin to date that they will want to compare their potential boyfriend to their papa. And if he doesn’t treat her right, I hope that she will think of me as an example of someone who did treat her right and who showed her what it means to love. I hope that she will realize that some behavior is never acceptable, and that she deserves better, because that is what she learned from her father.

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What is it? Or to quote the people of Israel in the desert. . .Manna??!!

This blog is a reflection of my passions, thoughts, readings and interests. If at first glance, this appears to be hopelessly random, then that is only a reflection of me. If the content is flawed, then that is likewise only a reflection of me.

  • I want to be a runner, but sometimes I am forced to walk.
  • I love baseball, but have never played.
  • I am a Christian, but I’m still a total goofball. Goofballs for Jesus!
  • I am a husband, and a father of two daughters and I love them, but honestly most of the time, I don’t know what I’m doing.

This is me and these are my thoughts, unadulterated, and 100% authentic. 

God Bless

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