What’s so Good about it?
Good Friday.
Those who don’t have a faith in Christ might not understand this post, that’s fine.
This isn’t coming from my family of origin, not from where I was raised. Though I was raised going to church.
It’s not meant to persuade or convert.
It’s just who I’ve become.
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Way back when I was married living in Atlanta before children, we attended a very large, Methodist church. I loved our minister; I loved our friends.
One year on Good Friday, the church was hosting a community service. With the church less than a mile from the high-rise where I worked, I ran down there for the service.
I dashed quickly down a side aisle sneaking onto pew down front as the service began.
The packed church stood silently for the processional. So different than the familiar booming organs and large choir on Sundays.
Then I saw the cross held high like every Sunday, only on this day, the gold crucifix was draped with a black mesh cloth.
I don’t know why seeing that cross covered in black affected me so. Maybe it was the silence, I can’t say.
It was if there had been a death.
Then it hit me.
Duh.
I didn’t like it. Not one bit. Where was my bright, loud, joyful church?
The light extinguished.
In The Hunger Games, President Snow summed it up with a question to Gamemaker Seneca Crane.
“Why do we have a winner?” Snow questioned.
What do you mean?” Seneca (with the funky beard) asked again not understanding his point.
“I mean, why do we have a winner?” Snow repeated.
He paused, then answered,
“Hope.
It is the only thing stronger than fear.”
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I don’t like feeling dark, empty.
The thought of the sun going down tonight and never rising again.
No.
I don’t do dark well.
