Friday...but is it Good?

Today is Good Friday...and it's shown it's presence in very loud and outrageous ways.

Snow on the coast...horrible wind and rain storms inland...news of a loved one's loss...and news that my nephew has been sentenced to 42 months in prison.  

Even the heavens are weeping with all of the Good Friday stuff happening.

I played for a Tennebrae service at my home church tonight.  It felt good to release the pain thru my fingers and out the piano.  Was it perfect?  No.  Was it good?  Yes.

I don't remember the last time I had such a strong connection with this day on the calendar...I don't remember the last time I felt this kind of pain on a Good Friday...and now I'm waiting for Easter morning.  But this Easter morning won't bring everything I need to feel the joy I want to feel.

So, I'll sit in this moment...I'll pray...I'll meditate...I'll consider things...knowing that throughout all of life, there are plenty of Good Fridays.  And Easter will come...just not quite yet...