Six Hours One Friday

Six hours.  One Friday.

Let me ask you a question:  What do you do with that day in history?  What do you do with its claims?

If it really happened....if God did commandeer his own crucifixion...if he did turn his back on his own Son...if he did storm Satan's gate, then those six hours that Friday were packed with tragic triumph.  If that was God on that cross, then the hill called Skull is granite studded with stakes to which you can anchor.

Those six hours were no normal six hours.  They were the most critical hours in history.  For during those six hours on that Friday, God embedded in the earth three anchor points sturdy enough to withstand any hurricane.


ANCHOR POINT #1  My life is not futile.

This rock secures the hull of your heart.  Its sole function is to give you something which you can grip when facing the surging tides of futility and relativism.  Its a firm grasp on the conviction that there is truth.  Someone is in control and you have a purpose.

 ANCHOR POINT #2 My failures are not fatal.

Its not that he loves what you did, but he loves who you are.  You are his.  The One who has the right to condemn you provided the way to acquit you.  You make mistakes.  God doesn't.  And he made you.

ANCHOR POINT #3 My death is not final.

There is one more stone to which you should tie.  Its large.  Its round.  And its heavy.  It blocked the door of a grave.  It wasn't big enough though.  The tomb that it sealed was the tomb of a transient.  He only went in to prove he could come out.  And on the way out he took the stone with him and turned it into an anchor point.  He dropped it deep into the unchartered waters of death.  Tie to his rock, and the typhoon of the tomb becomes a spring breeze on Easter Sunday.

There they are.  Three anchor points.  The anchor points of the cross.

~Max Lucado Six Hours One Friday: Living in the Power of the Cross