The Friday of Passion Week is known as Good Friday. The origin of the term is uncertain. Most of us have heard at least one sermon about what makes Good Friday good, the answer being that on that day the greatest good since the creation of the world was accomplished. But there is another tradition that suggests the origin lies in the Old English: God’s Friday. This day commemorates the work of God for our salvation. But did anyone who participated in the events that day think of it as a good Friday? It certainly didn’t seem good for any of the people we’ve been looking at this week—Judas Iscariot, Simon Peter, Pontius Pilate, Simon of Cyrene, and others. Mary was losing her Son. John was watching his best friend die. The Roman centurion might have looked back on it as a turning point in his life, but we can’t be sure.
Even the religious leaders who engineered our Lord’s crucifixion had all kinds of anxieties about the day. After all, they’d been trying to avoid Jesus being executed at the time of the Feast of the Passover. But there was one man for whom the day started as the worst day of his life but ended as the best (as well as the last) day of his life. In the morning, he had been dragged with two others from his prison cell and forced to carry the instrument of his own crucifixion. From around midday, he began to experience the agony of crucifixion, a torturous form of execution that led the great Roman orator Cicero to say that the very word should be absent from the lips of a Roman citizen. Sometimes it could take days for a man to die, ultimately by asphyxiation.
Perhaps all this man could hope for was that since Passover was about to begin, the execution squad would show mercy and do something to hasten his end. At first, he had the strength to curse anything and everything. He noticed that the crowd that had gathered seemed focused on the man hanging on the cross beside him. They were mocking Him. What must have struck him was that the chief priests were there, too. That was strange. Wasn’t one of the most sacred days in the year about to begin? What were they doing there, and why were they mocking Him? He could surely hear what they were shouting: “So You saved others, did You? Let’s see You save Yourself” and: “If He is the King of Israel, let Him come down now from the cross. Then we’ll believe in Him. He trusts in God. Let’s see if God really cares about Him. He said He was the Son of God. Look at the Son of God now” (see Matt. 27:40–43). At first, he joined in the shouts. He was in agony, and he was angry. But then he heard an echo of his own words from the other criminal being executed along with him: “Are you not the Christ? Save yourself and us!” (Luke 23:39). The words were bitter. They were words of anger and hatred. But the man hanging on the center cross beside him was without anger or bitterness. He had prayed, “Father, forgive them, for they know not what they do” (v. 34). And something happened in the man’s heart. He shouted over to the criminal on the other side: “We deserve this, but He doesn’t. He has done nothing wrong” (see vv. 40–41).
It felt as though he’d been struggling in his pain to solve a puzzle, and now the pieces were beginning to come together. This man who had somehow saved others must be Jesus of Nazareth. Most people in Jerusalem seemed to know what He had done. Could that notice on His cross be true: “This is the King of the Jews” (v. 38)? And that prayer for the forgiveness of those who were crucifying Him—that was amazing. I don’t suppose he could put it all completely together, but this much was clear: this was the King, the Messiah who had been promised, who could open the gate to the kingdom of God. What should he do? What could he say? He turned his head to Jesus and said these never-to-be-forgotten words: “Jesus, remember me when you come into your kingdom” (v. 42).
That Friday began as the worst day of his life. It was the last day of his life. But it was the best day of his life because the Lord Jesus said to him, “Today, you will be with me in paradise” (v. 43). It wasn’t an easy road that brought him to Jesus. It was strewn with his own sin and failure. But at last, he was brought near to Jesus to recognize Him as Savior and King, to turn to Him, to cast himself on His mercy, and to find forgiveness and eternal life. And now he is with Jesus in paradise. That is what made this Friday “Good Friday” for him, and it’s the only thing that can make it good for us, too.
Adapted from Things Unseen: One Year of Reflections on the Christian Life by Sinclair Ferguson