Solemn.  Good Friday at Mars Hill is more like a Funeral than the name implies.  As we approached the church, two men dressed in black stood at the door.  With guarded smiles on their faces they opened the doors for us.  As we entered they handed out little black cards that read “Jesus died for my sins.  My sin is:_____________”  The normally bright entrance was shrouded in darkness and a thick quietness, enforced by several signs reading “Please enter in Silence.” 

The music was dark and the reading of the crucifixion was emotional.  It was a very moving experience.  This was the first Good Friday service I have ever been to.  Easter didn’t have much meaning, besides dying eggs, in my childhood.  Today as a Christian I am faced with the reality of my own sin and knowledge that our Lord and Savior was hung on a tree for them. 

As we walked outside with solemn faces and thoughts, a good friend said “brighten up guys it has a happy ending, He comes back!”  Yes, he does.  But the sullenness in my heart was for my casual attitude towards my sin, not towards the service.  Jesus died for my sin.  My sin. 

I have been blessed with great transformations in my life.  It’s really the stuff movies are made of, maybe I’ll write about it sometime.  I am miles away from who I was ten years ago.  I was ripped from being a tool of the deceiver, and placed on the long path toward God.  All of those miles and I am still filled with sin and inequities.  I will be for the rest of my life.  But it isn’t something for me to take casually.    

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