Really? Good? You mean the day that Jesus died? With the thorns and the cross nails and everything?
With the sun turning black and the God of the Universe apparently actually dying? How, exactly is this day good?
With an earthquake and a Roman Centurion saying something to the effect of “well crap, maybe that WAS the Son of God.” Okay, that’s not exactly what he said, but that’s the idea.
And honestly, even if there is good that comes out of it, it’s a pretty dark day. A pretty sad one. I mean, we remember this whole part where Jesus is tortured, forced to carry a cross miles uphill, gets nailed to it (like, real big old railroad spikes, right through the hands and feet), and then is hung there until he dies from…what? Blood loss? Thirst? An inability to breathe from, you know, hanging from his arms for hours? Not to mention all the blood loss from the scourging he took earlier? It’s a terrible, horrible way to think of dying.
But yes, it is “good”. Good because “by his bruises we are healed.” Good because somehow, through the power of his blood being poured out for humanity we are freed from the bondage of sin and the permanence of death. It’s good because, just like the wheat from the field must die for us to have bread, and grapes from the vine must die for us to drink its juice, so the death of Jesus brings us Heavenly Nourishment. A kind of “spiritual food” that brings life and light to our lives, our hearts, that, if we’re honest with ourselves, we’ve done a pretty good job of messing up pretty thoroughly.
Let’s gather and remember Jesus’ sacrifice for us. Let’s gather and try to wrap our heads around how much that must mean Jesus loves us. Let’s gather and look for the good in this dark but glorious day.