Rain is drizzling outside right now and its going to be a grey day. Overcast and solemn. The weight of the world falls onto the shoulders and into the heart of the perfect man, who took it all on willingly. Not without doubt, though. Not without asking to be spared.
The deepest sorrow lingers when it feels like defeat. The shadow hangs overhead and there is no light left. The darkness has swept it all away.
Good Friday is good because it is good for us. The sorrow we feel on this day is not a sorrow that embitters, but a sorrow that is a catalyst for hope of what is to come. When all is revealed on Easter that Christ came to begin New Creation here and now, we can sing songs of utmost joy for a door has been opened to us.
Step into a quiet place to be reflective. Wherever that may be. Or go to a service if one is at a church near you. St. Mary's University Church is around the corner from me. I stopped in a few days ago to sit and be still in the quiet peace away from the busy streets. This is where I may find myself again.
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