Holy Week Saturday Morning Devotional
Holy Week Saturday Morning Devotional
April 16, 2022
“Father, Into Your Hands”
Luke 23: 44 It was now about the sixth hour, and darkness came over the entire land until the ninth hour, 45 because the sun stopped shining; and the veil of the temple was torn in two. 46 And Jesus, crying out with a loud voice, said, “Father, into Your hands I entrust My spirit.” And having said this, He died. 47 Now when the centurion saw what had happened, he began praising God, saying, “This man was in fact innocent.” 48 And all the crowds who came together for this spectacle, after watching what had happened, began to return home, beating their chests. 49 And all His acquaintances and the women who accompanied Him from Galilee were standing at a distance, seeing these things.
The final word from the cross on this morning before Easter is a word of surrender. Jesus’ last word from the cross is a cry to the Father. It is not a desperate cry of hopelessness. It is a declaration of faith. “Into Your hands, I entrust my Spirit!” Jesus knows the journey is at an end. Jesus knows He has faithfully and perfectly done the Father’s will. It is finished and now, it all is in the hands of the Father of lights, in Whom there is no variation or shadow. It is such an incredible scene that even a centurion, not typically known for faith, is stirred to his very core. He gives praise to God even while he makes a declaration of his own, surely this man (Jesus) was innocent.
There is more than we can spiritually comprehend going on here and we must tread lightly in our consideration of the moment. But we can follow Jesus in His declaration of faith. We can join Him in our own lives as we give over our cross, our ways, our lives to the faithful hands of the Father. The hand of our Father is a safe place for all of our cares and our worries. With Jesus, we can trust Him. The Father’s hands are strong enough to hold all of our unfaithful past, our uncertain present, and our unknown future. With Jesus we can trust Him. In fact, there is no part of us that we cannot place securely into the hands of our Faithful Father. He is supremely trustworthy for every corner of our beings. He is the only One who is.
Pastor S.M. Lockridge speaks darkness of Jesus’ death as a declaration of faith in his famous sermon, “It’s Friday, But Sunday’s coming!” A portion of the sermon is below, but it is much better received by hearing than reading. Recorded portions of it are archived on the internet. You can google it to hear it. However, if you would like to read it, we will let it close our time together this morning. Jesus surrenders His Spirit to the Father because He knows the Father can take that surrender and make something incredible with it. We can do the same. Good Fridays always turn to Easter Sundays when God is in control. Wherever you are today, you are not too far for God to do something miraculous in your life.
It’s Friday: Jesus is praying, Peter’s a sleeping
Judas is betraying, But Sunday’s comin’
It’s Friday, Pilate’s struggling, The council is conspiring
The crowd is vilifying, They don’t even know that Sunday’s comin’
It’s Friday, The disciples are running
Like sheep without a shepherd
Mary’s crying, Peter is denying
But they don’t know, That Sunday’s a comin’
It’s Friday, The Romans beat my Jesus
They robe him in scarlet, They crown him with thorns
But they don’t know, That Sunday’s comin’
It’s Friday, See Jesus walking to Calvary
His blood dripping, His body stumbling, And his spirit’s burdened
But you see, it’s only Friday, Sunday’s comin’
It’s Friday, The world’s winning, People are sinning
And evil’s grinning
It’s Friday, The soldiers nail my Savior’s hands to the cross
They nail my Savior’s feet to the cross
And then they raise him up next to criminals
It’s Friday, The disciples are questioning what has happened to their King
And the Pharisees are celebrating that their scheming has been achieved
But they don’t know it’s only Friday, Sunday’s comin’
It’s Friday, He’s hanging on the cross feeling forsaken by his Father
Left alone and dying, can nobody save him?
It’s Friday, but Sunday’s comin’
It’s Friday, the earth trembles, the sky grows dark
My King yields his spirit
It’s Friday, hope is lost, death has won, sin has conquered
and Satan’s just a laughin’
It’s Friday, Jesus is buried, a soldier stands guard
And a rock is rolled into place
But it’s Friday, It is only Friday
Sunday is a comin’