Our journey to the cross has arrived. Today is what is known
As "Good Friday"and whether Jesus was crucified on Thursday
or Friday, is not important, but the fact that He was crucified is
important.
I send this poem out every Good Friday. It is a reminder that God
works His best miracles on ordinary days!
SIX HOURS ONE FRIDAY
In six hours one Friday
Just an ordinary day,
The people of Jerusalem
Went about their way.
Some were going to market,
Others tending sheep.
Thousands to the temple.
With sacrifices to keep.
While the city bustled
On an ordinary day,
History was changing,
In an extraordinary way.
Within six hours on that Friday
The earth trembled to the core.
The temple curtain became torn
From the celling to the floor.
All around was darkness,
The sun refused to shine.
People groped about them,
As if they were blind.
On a distant hill,
They heard an erie cry,
From the center figure
That was about to die.
"My God, My God,
Why have You forsaken Me?"
Came the pleading call,
From the One upon the tree.
In six hours on that Friday,
God claimed a victory
Over death and Satan,
On a cross on Calvary.
But not all believe the story,
That it came about this way,
That God works His best miracles
On an ordinary day!
Freda Fullerton
April 18, 2014
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