happy good friday
As we sit in the holy pause, permitting the previous blogs to breathe and root down, and the reverie of Good Friday to build, I wanted to share a reflection as I read through John 18-19.
“Shall I not drink the cup the Father has given me?”
— John 18:11
This line stopped me last night.
Jesus, confronting betrayal and brutal injustice, doesn’t resist.
He doesn’t flee or fight.
He simply asks:
Shall I not drink the cup my Father has given me?
The cup is sorrow.
The cup is silence.
The cup is surrender.
And still—He dutifully drinks it. Not because He enjoys the taste, but because He trusts the One who poured it.
“Not my will, but Yours be done.” // Luke 22:42
This is where crucifixion begins—in the garden, with surrender.
Today is Good Friday.
Not because what happened was good… but because He was.
Because He didn’t draw His sword or save Himself.
He drank the cup to the dregs—
so we could taste the freedom on the other side.
And maybe the question for us today is this:
What cup has the Father placed in your hands?
What feels heavy to hold, but holy to receive?
You don’t have to fix it.
You don’t have to fight it.
You are simply being invited to hold it in reverence.
Not in resistance, but in resonance.
“Not my will, but Yours…”
Let it hang over your day like dew.
Let it soften what’s tight.
Let it empty what’s full of fear.
And what undoes me most…
is that He trusted the Father even then.
Even as He foresaw the betrayal,
heard the lashes echoing in the distance,
felt the weight of every sin pressing into His chest.
He didn’t just trust God to spare Him.
He trusted God through the suffering.
Through the silence.
Through the mockery, the beatings, the crowd’s cruelty.
He trusted the One who would not intervene.
That is the kind of trust that sanctifies the cup.
Not that it will be taken away…
but that somehow, through drinking it,
glory will still rise.
For those who want to let the question linger, let the comment section serve as a home for your reflection.
God is Good.
In Jesus’ name,
April
