Tonight we stand before the crucifix…
before the One who redeemed us,
the One who suffered so to enter into His glory,
the One lifted high on the cross
and pierced by a lance
so that nothing in us would ever be unreachable again.
Look at Him.
Not quickly.
Not from a distance.
Look at Him with the honesty of someone who knows they need saving.
His arms are stretched wide—
not in defeat,
but in welcome.
As if He is gathering every fear, every sin, every wound we carry
and pulling it into His own heart.
This is love that does not run away.
Love that does not negotiate.
Love that does not wait for us to be better.
This is love that bleeds.
On this cross hangs the One who knows our darkness
and still chooses us.
The One who feels the loneliness we hide.
The One who cries out,
“My God, my God…”
so that our own cries would never be the last word.
And here, in this moment,
the crucifix becomes more than wood and metal.
It becomes a mirror.
A mirror of how far God will go
to bring us home.
So let your heart break a little tonight.
Let the silence speak.
Let the weight of this love fall on you like a warm, heavy cloak.
Because this is the truth of Good Friday:
Christ is not ashamed of you.
Christ is not tired of you.
Christ is not giving up on you.
He is here—
lifted high,
pierced,
poured out—
so that you may finally know
you are loved beyond measure.
Lord Jesus, crucified for us…
pierce our hearts with Your love.
Draw us into Your mercy.
And let this Cross change us.
Prayer
Lord Jesus,
Crucified and lifted high,
Draw us into the shelter of Your wounded side.
Let Your pierced heart heal what we cannot name.
Let Your mercy fall on us like quiet rain.
Break open our fear with Your faithful love.
Hold us close in the darkness of this night.
Teach us to trust the Father as You did.
And let Your Cross reshape our hearts
until we rise with You into new life.
Amen
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