Friday, April 14, 2017

Good, Holy, Blessed Friday 2017

When I survey the wondrous cross, on which the Prince of Glory died, my riches gain I count but loss, and pour contempt on all my pride.

Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast, save in the death of Christ my God.  All the vain things that charm me most, I sacrifice them to thy blood.

Were the whole realm of nature mine, That were a present far too small.  Love so amazing, so divine, demands my life, my soul, my all. 

I was blessed today to attend a Good Friday service at my church at noon; the pastor, Micah Fries, preached the cross to our edification, our emotional uplift, our encouragement. 

Focus on Isaiah 53:3-6:

3. He is despised and rejected by men,
A Man of sorrows and acquainted with grief.
And we hid, as it were, our faces from Him;
He was despised, and we did not esteem Him.
Surely He has borne our griefs
And carried our sorrows;
Yet we esteemed Him stricken,
Smitten by God, and afflicted.
But He was wounded for our transgressions,
He was bruised for our iniquities;
The chastisement for our peace was upon Him,
And by His stripes we are healed.
All we like sheep have gone astray;
We have turned, every one, to his own way;
And the Lord has laid on Him the iniquity of us all.


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