So, technically, it's Easter Saturday here in Australia -- but it's Good Friday for all you American's. And since blogger wasn't working last night, I couldn't do the post I was going to do. Which means that I'm going to do it now:)
On Good Friday, 2000- and something years ago -- Jesus was arrested. But that wasn't all. The same day, one of his best friends -- Peter -- told people -- three times, in fact -- that he had no idea who Jesus was. How would you feel if one of your best friends told people they didn't know who you were? I mean, and Jesus knew this before it even happened. I don't know how I would feel after that.
Then they took Jesus, on the cross, nailed his hands and feet into it -- and this is what gets me. He was dying for us. Dying. Why? Because we've done bad stuff in our lives. As in, everyday.
You see messages on Facebook and stuff, saying, I would die for my best friend, and stuff like that. Why? Because to them, their best friend is an amazing person. They do good things for eachother.
But Jesus didn't die because we did good things for him. Ah, no. He died for our sin. Would YOU die for someone who tried to kill you? I mean, I'm sorry, but I don't think I could do that.
Maybe this will help you understand a little more what exactly happened then. And why. :)