After Good Friday service we stopped for ice cream. On the way my husband reflected on Good Friday services of his youth and how the service ended in silence with a door slamming a auditory symbol of thd finality of death.
Our 3rd grader has been wrestling with Good Friday being Sad Friday - as our conversations have progressed I am still unclear what she feels is the saddest part - Jesus dying, the way he died and how he was tortured, the abandonment by his friends, his separation from the Father in taking on our sins.
As she has been orating her way through Holy Week on the sadness of Good Friday, I have also been walking with a friend who's 4 year old granddaughter has a blood clot threatening amputation of her foot - a perfectly healthy child fighting to return to dance class and the joys of childhood.
Have you ever felt all hope was lost?
How often do I feel the powers of today have out performed God? How often do I forget that good wins out? How often do I lose faith in the Good Friday moments of life forgetting that Sunday is coming?
Last night we left worship not in silence and mourning but in anticipation of Sunday. I want to live life like that more - not that there isn't a time for grief, mourning is important-- but I want to focus through the Good Friday moments of life on the fact that I serve a risen Savior who offers hope to all.
