“Jesus paid it all/All to him I Owe / Sin had left a crimson stain/ He washed it white as snow”
Good Friday is the day we Christians (and others) set aside to remember the day Christ died. It had been tradition in my home and group of friends to spend the night of Good Friday watching The Passion of the Christ and then having a time of prayer as the scene of Jesus on the cross was paused on the screen.
This vivid reminder made it crystal clear to us what Jesus did. During the good times and the bad times, the fact remained that Jesus paid the ultimate price for our ultimate gift: Salvation.
But God demonstrates his own love for us in this: While we were still sinners, Christ died for us. Since we have now been justified by his blood, how much more shall we be saved from God’s wrath through him! (Romans 5:8-9).
This year, Good Friday isn’t so good for me and my family. We are going through some hard times and tribulations as a family, but we are strong. See, Good Friday will mark one week of my brother being sentenced to 6.5 years in state prison for a crime he committed.
About 2 years ago, my brother made some really bad choices in the aftermath of his life falling apart. Our mother passed away in January of 2017. My brother did not take it well and was all alone in a state he knew very little about. About 6 months prior to that, his fiancee and mother to his adorable child left him and block all contact with her and their child.
My brother, in desperation, despair, and denial took to alcohol to ease his pain. A solution some would deem acceptable, other would deem irresponsible and ineffective. The worst part about his decisions prior to what is coming next is that he had no one to talk to and he felt either ashamed to reach out or felt like we would judge him. He decided to drink and drive.
His end result of his decision to drink was he ended up hitting someone, they lost their leg, and now he sits in a prison cell awaiting to find out where he will do his next 6.5 years of his life. No connection to his family outside of letters and phone calls. The “man” telling him what to do, when to do it, and how many times to do it. He’s a prisoner.
It is Good.
I am writing this blog post not to complain about not being able to have my brother by my side. I should tell you, this brother is the one who was my rock when I didn’t even know that he was going through his own issues.
I am writing this to share that even in the midst of terrible, horrible, no good, very bad things… it is still Good.
I know that there is hope for the victim in my brothers crash. I know that the love and grace of Jesus is just around the corner for her. She will have to one day forgive my brother and move toward Jesus.
I know that there is hope for my brother. He did something terrible. I am 100% no tolerance on drunk drivers. Specially the ones that lead to injury or death of innocent people. My brother will have to forgive himself one day to truly move on and be able to accept the plan God has for him.
I leave you with this: Even in the storm, Jesus is there to calm it and things will be Good.