It never surprises me to rise on a Good Friday morning and open my blinds to a cloudy sky. Since I was a teenager, this is how I remember Good Fridays. And rightfully so, wouldn’t you agree. The saddest day in the Christian year should be cloudy. I’ve always found it comforting to attend funerals in the rain. All those God tears running with our own and pooling at our feet. That just says to my heart that God understands our pain and our grief.
And in the midst of the bright yellow daffodils and the green, green of grass that I have been yearning for all winter, it is really okay with me to embrace this grey, wet day as a measure of love and attention. Lots of people have heavy hearts. People who are smiling on the outside are aching on the inside. Loved ones are fighting hard battles. And Jesus died out of love on a day just like today. Life is vastly different from Christ’s time, and yet we continue to share so much in common. I think a day like Good Friday calls us to our commonalities and reminds us that life is both fragile and strong, so let’s just be kind and patient and forgiving of one another… and love as best we can.
May the grey sadness of this day work what it needs to work within you. Holiness often comes in quiet clouds to mend, to heal, and to green up the paths of hope. Stand still and let the rain anoint and refresh your being.
And in the midst of the bright yellow daffodils and the green, green of grass that I have been yearning for all winter, it is really okay with me to embrace this grey, wet day as a measure of love and attention. Lots of people have heavy hearts. People who are smiling on the outside are aching on the inside. Loved ones are fighting hard battles. And Jesus died out of love on a day just like today. Life is vastly different from Christ’s time, and yet we continue to share so much in common. I think a day like Good Friday calls us to our commonalities and reminds us that life is both fragile and strong, so let’s just be kind and patient and forgiving of one another… and love as best we can.
May the grey sadness of this day work what it needs to work within you. Holiness often comes in quiet clouds to mend, to heal, and to green up the paths of hope. Stand still and let the rain anoint and refresh your being.
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