What’s so Good about it?

Welcome to yet another Good Friday. I suppose it’s nice to have the day off and all, but really, I have to wonder just exactly how much whoever coined that name really cared about Jesus the man, rather than Christ the symbol. Because I don’t imagine it was a very good day for him.

Think about it:

On the Thursday night, he gets together with his twelve best mates, sick at heart because he already knows that two of them will betray him (admittedly, to wildly differing scopes) in the next twenty four hours. He even tells them that one of them will betray him (Matthew 26:24-25, Mark 14:18-21, Luke 22:21-23 and John 13:21-30), and another will deny him (Matthew 26:33-35, Mark 14:29-31, Luke 22:33-34 and John 13:36-38).

He then goes and spend the next several hours begging his boss/father not to make him go through with it (Luke 22:43–44), because after all, who wants to die – especially in as painful a manner as crucifixion.

Jesus is then betrayed (just like he predicted) and arrested (Matthew 26:47–50, Mark 14:43–45 and Luke 22:47–48), whipped, made to wear a crown of thorns (Matthew 27:29, Mark 15:17 and John 19:2-5), forced to carry the instrument of his suffering and death through the streets of Jerusalem (Matthew 27:27-33, Mark 15:20-22, Luke 23:26-32 and John 19:16-17) and finally crucified (Matthew 27:34-61, Mark 15:23-47, Luke 23:33-54 and John 19:18-38).

It’s little wonder that one of the last things he said before dying on that cross was “E′li, E′li, la′ma sa‧bach‧tha′ni?” (Matthew 27:46 and Mark 15:34), or in English: My God, My God, why have you forsaken me?

Doesn’t sound like a very good Friday to me.