Good Friday

Today we remember Good Friday, a beautiful, amazing, totally incomprehensible day for Christ followers.
When I think that it was Friday that Jesus went to the cross for His bride (the Church) I am left with a mix of guilt and joy. An odd paradox of emotions that seem eerily fitting.
The guilt comes because of who I am. A man that is fallen, depraved, sinful, unrighteous, self righteous; a man daily in need of the grace that can only come from a Saviour.
The joy is found not in the sacrificial act of Jesus going to the cross, but rather in Him being the sacrificial lamb. A man died, no, was slaughtered as a passover lamb for His bride. A man unlike any other, perfectly man, perfectly God, crucified on "Good Friday" to bring purity to a race that had none.
The mysterious truth of Jesus pursuing His bride is never seen more clearly than during this weekend.