The words of the hymn called “The Old Rugged Cross.” are going through my mind this afternoon, Good Friday 2015. Today we remember Jesus death on the cross.
On a hill far away stood an old rugged cross,
The emblem of suff’ring and shame;
And I love that old cross where the Dearest and Best
For a world of lost sinners was slain.
So I’ll cherish the old rugged cross,
Till my trophies at last I lay down;
I will cling to the old rugged cross,
And exchange it someday for a crown.
I was on that hill far away where one can see the outline of a skull. The hill was called Golgotha, in Jerusalem.
I remember today, Good Friday, Jesus death, when he was crucified and shed his blood. He died a horrible death. His face and body was covered in blood till he was not recognised.
Isaiah describes his death,
He is despised and rejected of men; a man of sorrows, and acquainted with grief:
and we hid as it were our faces from him;
he was despised, and we esteemed him not.
Surely he hath borne our griefs, and carried our sorrows: yet we did esteem him stricken, smitten of God, and afflicted.
But he was wounded for our transgressions, he was bruised for our iniquities:
the chastisement of our peace was upon him; and with his stripes we are healed.
I know Jesus was rejected for me to take away my rejection. I know he is acquainted with my sorrow, pain and grief. I know he took all my sickness on the cross. I gave it all to Jesus and I am free, healed and restored. I know Satan is defeated by Jesus and I do not have to listen to Satan’s lies. The power of God was released when Jesus died that day on the cross.
Believe and receive from Jesus today. Give him all your sorrows and pain. He will give you healing instead. He took my cancer and gave me restoration. I love him because of what he has done for me.