my experience with Good Friday

With most of the churches I attended growing up, I never remember much emphasis on Good Friday. I hadn't been to Good Friday church services, but maybe it was talked about during the Easter season. Then, I moved to New York and my church had an entire Holy Week series of events. It was all new to me, but I jumped right in on the festivities. I remember the first year attending a Good Friday service on Friday night after work and thinking about what an incredible day it was. Dark and sad, yet light and joyous.

During my second Easter in New York I was talking with a coworker who admittedly put little to no value on christianity. He was a fashion designer who somehow ended up as an interiors intern at an architecture firm. But despite having a very low interest in christianity, he was always open to talking about it.

We would sometimes go to lunch together for udon and as we were talking about christianity, I pondered out loud, "I wonder why it's called good Friday if Jesus died on that day?" He looked straight at me and said, "because Jesus died to save the world from their sins on Good Friday."

Through the words of an unlikely source, I have never again wondered or forgotten what makes Good Friday so good.

bloggity backup

I've been asked twice if I gave up blogging for Lent. No, I didn't. But I did give up blogging for sleep.

On that note, I'm not sure if I slept away the month of March or if I was so busy that March flew by and sleep was few and far between? Either way, I'm hoping to make a fresh start in April. I've been here patiently waiting for spring to arrive and I think it may allllmost be here. Almost.

Because I can assure you there's nothing fun about blogging the details of a stubborn, unwanted winter sticking around into the spring months. So I chose to spare you the ugly details, and I'll just skip right to spring when it arrives. Yet again, as long as my sleep isn't in jeopardy.

balloons that bring hope, spring will come again.