Good Friday is a good day. Yes, it was a sad day many years ago when Jesus was crucified, but it is a good day for those of us who are Christians because we know it was not the end; in fact, it was the beginning.
Earlier this week, we were reading the "Resurrection Butterfly" book to the boys that K.C. got from his teacher. We read it twice and then talked some about Easter. We've talked with the boys about Easter and we've read the Easter story in the Berenstein Bears' book we have about it, but Wednesday night, we actually told it. As we were sitting there telling them about Good Friday, I was constantly thinking "how can we explain this to a four year old and an almost three year old in a way that it doesn't scare them?" I chose my words carefully as I shared what went on that dark day. We talked about sin, what it is and what it means. We talked about Jesus and how He is God's Son. We talked about forgiveness and how God gave His Son to save us from all this yuckiness if we trust in Him.
After we finished sharing the real Easter story, we said our prayers and as KT told a real beach story, I said a silent prayer that Jesus would imprint His story on their lives, that something we said would stick and make an impression, that their little hearts would yearn to know and love Him.
You see, sometimes I think we get caught up in the grown up aspect of it all. We know the story, we know what happened, but we don't always look with wonder as we're listening. We don't always take the time to think about what it really means. I know I don't. So today, as you go about your life, remember the sacrifice that was made on this day so many long years ago. The sacrifice that was made to cover all the world's sins for forever if only we trust Him.