What comes to mind when you think of Good Friday?
1995 comes to my mind, when my youngest son was three years old.
My husband and I were cleaning our vehicles. He cleaned the car in the front yard, and I, the one in the back. While cleaning his car, my husband went into our house to get window cleaner. He left the driver door open.
In the front yard, our home had an elevated driveway that dipped into the street. When my husband returned to his vehicle, he saw it rolling backward down the driveway… along with our three-year old, who fell out of the driver seat and was dragged into the street.
At the bottom of the driveway, the car came to a stop. My husband ran to our screaming son and scooped him into his arms.
In the chaos that ensued, we fled to the hospital. Had our son been run over? Were there internal injuries? His back was scraped and bleeding. My husband had seen the car lurch at the bottom of the incline. He couldn’t tell if the car had run over our boy or if the lurching was the wobble of the car reaching the uneven pavement.
The hospital staff examined our son immediately. In the emergency room waiting area, I wrung my hands, paced, worried. Was our son hemorrhaging? Would he die?
The television in the freezing room hummed above my head. I fought panic and focused on the news anchor. She spoke of midday Good Friday services that had occurred all over town in area churches. The significance of the day pierced my heart. My heavenly Father had freely given His Son to be crucified for me, yet I begged Him to spare my son.
My heavenly Father had freely given His Son to be crucified for me, yet I begged Him to spare my son.
My son’s imaging showed no damage. Blessed relief rolled over my husband and me. We’d been delivered from the agony of losing a child.
But that grief, that hell, was one my Heavenly Father willingly chose to bear.
It’s inconceivable, isn’t it? What kind of love would look upon me, a sinner, much less take my place?
I’ve included a song for you. Consider the wonder of this good–truly Good–Friday.