Good Friday can feel like a day where we can’t find the right words. Words meaningful enough to respond to Jesus dying on the cross for us – the depth of love shown.
But today, in the car with Oscar, I was reminded that maybe the simplest words are the most powerful. Out of nowhere he said “Thank you Jesus… love you Jesus.”
Then he pointed to his knee. That morning his knee had been sore, and he had asked us to pray that Jesus would make it better. Sitting in the car, he realised it was better so wanted to thank Jesus.
No big explanation.
Just Faith. Just gratitude.
And it made me wonder if perhaps Good Friday is an invitation back to that same simplicity.
Maybe our response doesn’t need to be complicated. Maybe sometimes all that needs to be said is:
Thank you Jesus.
Thank you for the cross.
Oscar’s quiet words felt like a gentle reminder of what matters most.
It’s all about Jesus.
On Good Friday, when words feel insufficient for something so profound, perhaps the most honest prayer we can offer is also the simplest:
Thank you Jesus.
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