Friday, April 22, 2011

Good Friday

Most somber of days. According to the Gospel of Mark, Jesus was sentenced to death at approximately nine in the morning on Good Friday and the terrible ordeal culminated at three o'clock that afternoon. Today at church we will shuffle as a group through the Stations of the Cross, tracing the events of that tragic day. A big wooden cross will be dragged among us from one station to the next. The service always ends in the garden where my Dad and so many other loved ones are buried. Such a stark commemoration there among the beauty of dogwood trees, Lenten roses and azaleas. And, today, beneath bleak gray skies and teardrops of rain.
(Christ Carrying the Cross by El Greco - Domenikos Theotokopoulos, 1580)

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Beautifully said. I will be thinking of you. The Easter Promise is the greatest gift of all.