Today is Good Friday. We call it “good” for important reasons, but sometimes I wonder if our rush to claim the good prevents us from fully engaging in the terrible, painful, lonely, and the disappointing of this day. Today is the day Jesus, the Son of God, the second person of the Holy Trinity, the Messiah died.
Imagine for a moment that you are one of Jesus’ disciples. You have been following Jesus for three years. Your life is invested in this man and his mission. A few days ago you entered the city with him like a conquering king. But now he is dead. He was arrested, tried, tortured and executed.
What do you do now? Where do you go? You could return to the life you had before you left everything to follow him, but can you really? After everything you have seen, heard and done with Jesus is it possible to go back? You are changed. You are different. You don’t fit into that life anymore. For you this day is hardly good.
Oh you will call this day good from the perspective of Sunday, but on Friday and Saturday there is nothing good about it. What if we took time today and tomorrow to reflect on the loss, the grief of this day? We don’t usually do grief very well. Perhaps today is a good day to start.