Good Friday

Growing up, I never went to a Good Friday service.
The sad fact of the matter is that I never gave it much thought until this year, while working at a church. "Good Friday" is such a deceiving name for the day that Christ was crucified. I thought it just went in with the Easter package in celebration that Christ conquered death and when I think of Easter I think of renewal and spring.
It's not. It should be called "Horrible, Awful, Disturbing Day that God allowed Himself to be spit on, mocked, beaten and killed Day".
I know, I know.... "Good" is for how good God is and His love... and (dare I say it) Good for us. Good for us that God bailed us out.
How great is His love! This will be an Easter I never forget. Because it's the first Easter that I really understood Good Friday. It's the first Good Friday I will spend remembering what Christ did for us. My small human brain can not fully understand how deep and great a love like that is.
The very God that created every blade of grass that you see, every mountain, every sea, every animal and bird ... the God that is (and has every right to be) all thunder and might, put himself in our small shoes and allowed Himself to be spit on by His very creation, the very creation He was saving from an eternity with no hope.
wow....