Good Friday in Our Lives

Think about your worst moments. The worst moments of your life. Rock bottom. Despair. Hopelessness. Whatever you want to call it. Think of the moment that life seemed unbearable and you didn't think you would make it.

I don't know what this time is for you, but I think mine was one night (just around a year ago), as I stood at the top of a flight of stairs and contemplated taking my own life. I thought about how easy it would be to simply throw myself down the stairs and end everything. It didn't cross my mind that this might not even kill me. All I cared about was that it could.

This was my Good Friday. When I looked at life and wondered what could possibly matter. If anything could actually have a purpose. If life was actually worth it. If you had asked me then, I would have said that it wasn't. It felt like I was drowning in a dark ocean with no bottom in sight. As much as I looked for light, I couldn't find it. It seemed hopeless.

But it wasn't. Eventually, the sun started to shine. Hidden at by the obstacles in my life, but still there. Slowly, the sun became more and more prominent.

We're each going to face a "Good Friday" in our life. Maybe multiple. The time when we can't find God anywhere and He is gone from our lives.

But He will not leave us wanting. He is never gone. If we experience a Good Friday, surely, we will experience an Easter Sunday, too.