It’s Good Friday. When I think of a fall, I think of Christ on the Cross and his beating, death and resurrection. I think of the man or woman who feels helplessly trapped, who feels that they have no way up or and no way out. They feel helpless. I’ve been there, like what I assume an addict to alcohol, heroin or cocaine goes through. They feel they must. There a slave to the drug. They’ve become trained to believe that the substance is their only hope of escape from, what seems like extreme tension.
However there is hope! If its not too much of a reach to compare Peter on the water. “But when he saw the wind, he was afraid and, beginning to sink, cried out, “Lord, save me!” (Mat 14:30)” He was drowning, but cried out for help.
On this Good Friday, on this Easter weekend, I pray you cry out for help and be saved from the trap.
“I pray that the eyes of your heart may be enlightened in order that you may know the hope to which he has called you, the riches of his glorious inheritance in his holy people, and his incomparably great power for us who believe. That power is the same as the mighty strength he exerted when he raised Christ from the dead and seated him at his right hand in the heavenly realms, (Eph 1:18-20 NIV)