Tomorrow night is a night of burdens. It is black Friday, Good Friday; and we feel the burden. We feel the burden of our sin. Yes, we know our sin is forgiven. We know we are forgiven, and we believe it; but there is still that feeling, that despair, that darkness of this night. Our Savior, the Son of God, hangs upon a tree, and His lifeblood flows down the wood and stains the ground. His blood instead of ours. This is a night of burdens. Surely He has borne our sin and carried our sorrows—He is the Sin-bearer. This journey began long ago in the wilderness as a goat received the sins of the people and was led out to the wilderness, to the evil one. Now the journey has come to a cross and the Scapegoat, Jesus, carries our sins, pays our price, and gives His life for ours. Jesus is our Burden-bearer, our Scapegoat, our Sin-bearer. On this day, this Good Friday, we look upon the tree, and we see our sins laid upon the Holy One. We see our sins, we see our Savior, and we see our salvation.
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