A bloodied, battered, and suffering Jesus, stripped of his clothes, nailed to a cruel cross, is lifted up in utter humility and shame in full view of the public. This, my friends, is the greatest expression of God’s glory.
I have always thought of God’s glory being revealed in the most representative way on Easter morning. With rays of light and victory in Jesus’ grasp, its easy to see why. When you think of the glory of a king, you think of his palace, his authority, and his strength.
But in recent days I have come to see that the glory of our Triune God is seen in its fullest on the awful cross of Good Friday. Why do I say that?