Apr '25 • General discussion 💬
The Grave Couldn’t Hold Him
Today is Good Friday.
The day the sky went dark.
The day the curtain tore.
The day the sinless One was pierced for the sinful.
On this day, the King of Glory did not ascend a throne—He ascended a cross.
He was mocked, rejected, beaten, and bruised.
Not because He had to.
Because He chose to.
“But He was pierced for our transgressions,
He was crushed for our iniquities;
the punishment that brought us peace was on Him,
and by His wounds we are healed.” – Isaiah 53:5
This is not just a story.
This is the turning point in all of history—and in every one of our lives.
The cross was not the end. It was the rescue mission.
And the blood He shed that day still speaks. Still saves. Still covers.
So today, we pause.
We quiet our striving.
We remember that it is finished—not because of anything we’ve done,
but because of everything He did.
And as we sit in the stillness of Friday, we hold on to the hope of Sunday.
The grave could not hold Him. And because of that—nothing can hold you either.
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The Grave Couldn’t Hold Him
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