Jesus preached about divine love for us.
We didn’t listen.

“Ten thousand people, maybe more…
People talking without speaking,
People hearing without listening…”

How dare Jesus disturb us like that.

We wanted a god who fit our expectations.
Who blessed our systems.
Who kept quiet and let the powerful stay powerful.

But Jesus—
He spoke anyway.
He loved anyway.
He disturbed the silence we were comfortable in.

And so we killed Him.
Not because He hated us.
But because He loved us too honestly to stay quiet.

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The poor, the marginalized—
they deserved a voice.
A say in the matter.
They always have and always will—
because that is the heart of the New Commandment:
that we love one another as He loved.
And that kind of love is being shown to all of us today—
as we nail His hands to the cross,
as blood falls from the crown of thorns we placed on His head.

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And in the middle of our sound of silence,
as we look on, rejecting the very love we need,
a lone man cries out:

“Into your hands, I commit my spirit…”
…and the pain takes His life.

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Today’s song is the voice of the Father—
Not in words,
but in silence,
as Jesus, His only Son, died.

Because love that stops just short of pain
is not the kind of divine love Jesus preached.
It’s the kind of love that requires action.
Action that is costly.

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And in the Father’s silence—
the same Father who has the power to flood all the lands—
did nothing to stop it.

Because the Father knows.
His only Son knows.

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That on this Friday,
it is finished—not by defeat, but by completion.

For that kind of love—pure love—
will have the last word.
And therefore,
it is a Good Friday.