• Faith

    The Darkest Dark

    Today is Good Friday and when I’ve stopped and really reflected, I realize Good Friday wasn’t good at all. When I’ve sat with what Good Friday really is, I’m overcome. Overcome with awe. Overcome with grief. Overcome with fear. Overcome with overwhelming gratitude. Overcome with deep sadness and been brought to tears. The Darkness of Friday I don’t often sit and reflect on the events of Good Friday. I don’t often allow myself to become immersed in that day, to place myself in Jerusalem, watching as Jesus was beaten, mocked, stripped, ridiculed, tormented, and ultimately murdered. Allowing myself into that place opens deep places of sorrow and grief in my…