{"id":13576,"date":"2026-04-03T19:30:05","date_gmt":"2026-04-04T00:30:05","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/my-all-about-you.com\/?p=13576"},"modified":"2026-04-03T19:30:24","modified_gmt":"2026-04-04T00:30:24","slug":"good-friday-the-lamb-was-already-being-offered","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/my-all-about-you.com\/es\/2026\/04\/03\/good-friday-the-lamb-was-already-being-offered\/","title":{"rendered":"Good Friday: The Lamb Was Already Being Offered"},"content":{"rendered":"

Good Friday is the most solemn day in the whole Christian year. It\u2019s the day love allowed itself to be wounded. The day the Lamb of God \u2014 chosen, spotless, and silent \u2014 was offered for the life of the world.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

To really feel this day, I have to walk with Jesus from the night before. The Passover meal in the Upper Room was over. The hymns had been sung. The bread was broken and the cup was shared. The table was behind us now. The words had been spoken. The path had been set. Nothing that followed came suddenly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I was one of the disciples. My feet were still warm from where Jesus had washed them just a few hours earlier. I left the upper room with Him and walked under that bright full moon, out through the city gate, across the Kidron Valley, and into the Garden of Gethsemane. The name means \u201colive press,\u201d and that night it really felt like it. The pressure on Jesus was crushing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He walked a little farther away from us, fell on the ground, and prayed. I heard Him say, \u201cMy soul is very sorrowful, even to death.\u201d Sweat fell from His face like drops of blood onto the dirt. He prayed it over and over: \u201cNot as I will, but as you will.\u201d There was no confusion in Him. No hesitation. Just complete surrender. I and the others were so tired and overwhelmed that we fell asleep right there under the olive trees. But the city didn\u2019t sleep. In Jerusalem, families were already preparing the Passover lambs for the next day\u2019s sacrifices in the Temple. The priests were getting ready too.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Then the torches came cutting through the dark. Judas stepped out of the shadows and kissed Him. \u201cFriend, do what you came to do.\u201d The soldiers grabbed Jesus. In fear and confusion, we all scattered and ran. I ran too. Peter followed from a distance. The long night of trials started \u2014 first with the high priest, then false witnesses, then Pilate, then Herod, then back to Pilate. It was all rushed and completely unfair.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

By morning, the same city that had shouted \u201cHosanna!\u201d a few days earlier was now screaming \u201cCrucify Him!\u201d As the crowd screamed \u201cCrucify him,\u201d I wonder if they realized \u2014 not knowingly \u2014 they were fulfilling the prophecy from the Old Testament. Did we know what our actions would cause that day? We chose Barabbas, a robber, a murderer, a vile prisoner. We chose him over our Lord. The guilty walked free while the innocent was handed over. The irony still cuts deep.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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I stood in the crowd as they brought Jesus out after the terrible scourging. The Roman soldiers had tied Him to a post, stripped Him, and used that cruel flagrum \u2014 a short whip with several leather thongs, each tied with sharp pieces of sheep bone and small iron balls. I heard the whip snap back and forth, striking Jesus\u2019 body, pulling flesh away from Him like a lamb prepared for sacrifice. Blood splattered all over the place while the Roman soldiers laughed at their unjust punishment for a man who bore my sins. The lashes tore deep into His back, shoulders, and legs, leaving quivering ribbons of bleeding flesh. By the end, He was a mangled, exhausted mass of wounds, barely able to stand. The crown of thorns they jammed on His head dug into His scalp, and more blood ran down His face.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

They placed the heavy wooden crossbeam on His raw shoulders. He began the painful walk outside the city walls toward the hill called Golgotha \u2014 the Place of the Skull. Every step was slow and deliberate. He stumbled and fell the first time under the crushing weight of the cross. His legs gave way. The soldiers yanked Him back up.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

His mother and ours, Mary, stood nearby, tears streaming down her face and her heart breaking because she felt his pain more personally than others in the crowd. For she could do nothing to save him. But she does not collapse. Her eyes met his and each other\u2019s pain was crushed beneath the weight of our sins. He knew and she understood.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Then Veronica stepped forward out of the crowd. A heart filled with compassion, she wiped the blood and sweat from His face with her veil, for this was the only gift she could give to the man who loved the world in spite of our sins.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Again He fell due to his blood loss and weakness. He barely had strength to carry on. He had lost so much blood. But He struggled for me. He rose again. Still weak and barely able to hold His footing, He fell on the steep road to Golgotha in near ability to rise. His fall is from exhaustion. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Some women of Jerusalem were weeping for Him, and Jesus turned to them and said, \u201cDo not weep for Me; weep for yourselves and for your children.\u201d The soldiers grabbed a man named Simon from Cyrene who was just passing by. He didn’t want to be any part of this. He wanted to go about his business and ignore what was happening. But the soldiers forced him into service to help carry the cross the rest of the way. He tried very hard not to notice Jesus. He tried to look away. He wanted this to end quickly so that he would not have to admit to seeing his pain. He helped carry the cross unwillingly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

At the top of the hill they stripped Him again, reopening all the wounds from the scourging. What little blood Our Lord had in His body flows once again. Looking at Him, I see the anguish and pain in His eyes. He knows what must be done. The soldiers threw Our Lord to the ground so they could force the nails through His body. They jerk His wrist into place which causes Jesus’ face to show extreme anguish. So much to bear. I can still hear the laughter of the centurions as they swing the hammer through the air and into his hands and feet. The sound is sharp, loud, and final, echoed across the rocky hillside. Every action they took was meant so that Jesus would feel the pain more than any other. Then with such brutality they lifted high the cross and dropped it into the hole with a heavy thud that shook the ground. There my Lord hung as if a common criminal between two other criminals. Everyone stood there mocking Jesus except from the other cross a common criminal asks to be remembered. Because he knew his sins he only asked to be remembered.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I stood near the cross with Mary, His mother, John, and the few others who stayed. The soldiers were gambling for His clothes right at the foot of the cross. Above His head was the sign: \u201cJesus of Nazareth, King of the Jews,\u201d written in Hebrew, Latin, and Greek so everyone passing by could read it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Jesus spoke with difficulty breathing. His voice was weak, but I leaned in close through my tears to hear every word:<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cFather, forgive them, for they do not know what they are doing.\u201d \u201cToday you will be with Me in paradise.\u201d \u201cBehold your mother\u2026 behold your son.\u201d \u201cMy God, my God, why have you forsaken me?\u201d \u201cI thirst.\u201d \u201cIt is finished.\u201d \u201cFather, into Your hands I commit my spirit.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Around noon the sky turned completely black for three long hours, even though it should have been the brightest part of the day. The air felt heavy and strange. Then, at three o\u2019clock \u2014 exactly the same hour the priests in the Temple were slaughtering the Passover lambs one after another, their blood flowing down the drains as the people remembered God\u2019s deliverance from Egypt \u2014 Jesus cried out and gave up His spirit. At that exact moment, the thick curtain in the Temple tore from top to bottom. The ground shook with an earthquake. Rocks split open. A Roman centurion standing there, a man who had seen hundreds of crucifixions, looked up and said, \u201cTruly this was the Son of God.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

They took His body down from the cross. Mary held her Son one last time as they lowered His lifeless body. Joseph and Nicodemus laid Him gently in a brand-new tomb nearby. A large stone was rolled across the entrance. I walked away in the growing darkness, my heart completely broken. My King was dead. The Lamb had been slain.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Good Friday is not just a tragedy. It\u2019s a victory hidden in terrible suffering. On this day the Lamb was sacrificed, the debt was paid in full, the curse was broken, the serpent was crushed, the new covenant was sealed with blood, the gates of heaven were opened, and love proved it was stronger than death. This is the day God showed us what real love looks like when it refuses to stop.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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I try to slow down on Good Friday. I let everything else get quiet. I stand with Mary, John, and the few who didn\u2019t run away. I stand right there at the foot of the cross in my mind. I feel the weight of it. I see the blood splattering. I hear the whip snap and the hammer strikes. I watch the innocent Lamb die in my place, bearing my sins.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

These questions settle in my heart: What does the Cross show me about the heart of God? Where do I need to let His sacrifice reach the deepest, hardest parts of me? What in my life do I need to surrender into His hands? How is He asking me to trust Him even when everything feels dark?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Good Friday is not the end of the story. But it is the place where everything broken in me is gathered into the arms of Christ. The Lamb was slain\u2026 and somehow, even now, He is still calling me to the Cross.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Sacred Scripture (Ignatius \/ RSV-CE aligned)<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

The Passion Narratives<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n