In the art of suffering we say, “No bad days” as a confession of faith that no matter how much pain or suffering we endure, God has a good end in mind. He will restore, heal and renew those so afflicted.
“But you do not know what I’ve endured,” someone may claim. I might respond, “You are right, and if I had to endure your suffering without God’s intervention I would undoubtedly fall to Earth in a heap of ruination and self-pity.”
Jesus had a couple of rough days. He was arrested on false charges with false witnesses accusing. He was punched and pushed about, humiliated and misrepresented. He was mocked and jeered at by malicious and depraved men. They smashed down a crown of spear-tipped thorns on his head that bit into his scalp like angry bees. They whipped him with a scourge containing bits of metal and glass that clung to his back then ripped out chunks of flesh.
Jesus was not having a good day. He might have said, “Lord, this is NOT fair. Haven’t I obeyed You fully? Why have you allowed all these circumstances to conspire against me?”
Carry Your cross, Jesus, in Your weakened state. Fall to the dust and feel the wooden weight come crashing down upon you. Feel the lashes of the muscular, cruel Romans while the women about you howl for mercy.
They slammed a spike just above His palm to pin Him to the cross. After the first one how did He anticipate the second?
And with just one mighty nail to hold both feet they raised the cross and slammed it into a hole sufficient to hold His weight, which jolted to a sudden stop, all the pressure against His ruptured wrists and ankles.
At some point the weight of the sins of the entire world fell upon Him, the holiest man that ever breathed air. It isn’t fair. But Christ, for joy anticipated, endured the cross and in the end, suffered no loss. No loss. Losing all He lost nothing at all. He gained…glory, fame, everlasting fortune, eternal family, exquisite bliss and triumph over every enemy.
Those who misrepresented Him would now be proven wrong; those who persecuted Him would be punished; His poverty became riches; His wounds a source of healing; His spilled blood an eternal fountain; His crushed flesh our sanctification; the injustice of His suffering our undeserved, unmerited, justification and His separation from the Father, our reconciliation.
Having a bad day? Think again. If we belong to Him, He causes all things to work together for our good, especially the bad stuff (even if it’s your fault).