I love Fridays. Especially when the sun is out and the weekend is ahead of me and there is lots to look forward to.
I never really understood the true significance of Good Friday however, until much later in life, when I began attending a church that puts on the most exquisite service every year on Good Friday. It is for many of us, the best and most moving service in the entire year. Peaceful, contemplative, soothing music mixed seamlessly with very meaningful words.
Christians celebrate Good Friday as the time when Jesus was tortured and died on the Cross.
So what is good about that?
Easter Sunday is what is good about it.
Without the barbaric bleakness, death and literal daytime darkness of Friday, there would have been no resurrection on Sunday, the third day of that historic weekend. And without that resurrection, all the violence would have been for nothing.
Three years ago, almost to the day, I suffered a major loss and wondered for some time if I would ever recover. The pain was too excruciating to eloquently explain, the feeling of death too deep to unearth until time had allowed the wound to heal.
But now I can tell you that when I return from a genuine honeymoon in a couple of days, it will feel like my life has been resurrected like never before.
And of course, you can’t experience resurrection without death.
So was Good Friday good after all?
Absolutely – both then and now!