I find it incredibly poignant to read the account of Jesus’ betrayal, arrest, torture, and crucifixion and replace those murdering Him with myself. To consider that had I been in the crowd that day, I would have been shouting for His death right along with the mob. I would have watched Him die, blind to Who He is. Dead in my sins, I would have had no more respect or love for Him than Judas did. Indeed, this was the attitude of my heart toward Jesus until the day that He opened my eyes to see His truth and recognize my acute need for Him.
I should have cried holy, but I cried “Crucify” instead.
It’s incredible to me that Jesus would take a heart of stone that is so hardened against Him and transform it into a heart of flesh. That He would look on my sin in compassion and love instead of wrath, and give Himself for my redemption. This and all that it means to the believer is what we celebrate on this incredibly Good Friday, and every day of the year.
“But God shows his love for us in that while we were still sinners, Christ died for us.” (Rom. 5:8)
Another favorite Southern Gospel song of mine that speaks of Jesus’ crucifixion called They Should Have Cried Holy by Greater Vision.