What is your cross?

Good Friday.

Easter is most definitely my favorite holiday.  If your heart is found via your stomach, the Easter candy may just be your reason to love this holiday.  I happen to have a love affair with all things Cadbury.  They can do no wrong.

A few years ago, I read a life-changing book by Max Lucado.  Six Hours One Friday.  Catchy title, catching book.  In a nutshell, Lucado discusses every aspect of the crucifixion.  At least for me, the book created a never-satisfying hunger for Christ, for the events that occurred were for His never-satisfied hunger for us.

(Think the parable of the sheep.  Ninety-nine just wasn't enough.  Certainly not, when there was one more.)

He carried the cross.  He carried the sin.  Oh, not His sin.  Our sin.  He carried it as the cross to the cross.  Ironic?

So what cross are you carrying?  Will you join me there at the cross?  Will you lay it down?  It's not yours to carry.  He already carried it.  That sin.  That burden.  That heartache.

Good Friday.  It sure can be.

Let it go.

Good Friday.

Lay it down.

Good Friday.

It sure is.