Good Friday




Today is Good Friday.

I feel so detached from Christian fellowship, church fellowship that even today feels like any other day.

All day, I’ve tried to keep busy. I’ve cleaned. I threw a chicken in the oven. I organized. All the while, feeling like something was missing in my day. I knew what it was. I know what today is. I just didn’t know how to observe it without the help of a church family. So I tried to ignore what today is. This made me sad, grumpy, and irritated.

It didn’t used to be this way.

I used to anticipate this day with a solemn but deep thankful remembrance.
It was never a sad day for me.  I know the end of the story.  I know this day HAD to happen in order for what will inevitably happen in 3 days, which by the way, happens to be THE MOST GLORIOUS day in all of mankind’s history.

Today,  my Savior was crucified and eventually died…. for something.

He did it willingly. He knew what was coming. He walked toward it. The Father sent him on a mission and he did not walk away.

What he endured the hours leading up to his death, the pain and suffering, the mocking, it’s almost unthinkable.

This is something I don’t want to forget. I don’t want to ignore. I want to remember.

So…..as my family lives this current life of isolation….detached from a church family…detached from church fellowship…well…just plain detached….I am sweetly reminded by some old friends that live far far away what today is. I am thankful for that. 


I am reminded that my church “family”…even though far away by distance…can still point me in the right direction. I am reminded that  “church” is not a building where my family can go sit and “do” church. We don’t have that luxury right now. I am reminded that Christ died today  and He did it for His church…His bride…and regardless of where we are today…..even in the middle of a desert…me and my family are part of Christ’s bride. We are his. He is ours.

I am thankful that my Christ did not waver in his desire to do the will of the Father.  I am thankful that through the Father’s perfect plan to redeem His people, He sent His Son to die for my sins. Christ did it willingly. Christ did it lovingly.

Often, Paul has Elijah pray at mealtimes to help Elijah learn how to pray for his family. Every single time Elijah prays, he says the same thing at the end of his prayer. I am reminded that my son ends his prayer this way because my son does not want to forget either.  This is what he says at the end of every single one of his prayers, either at mealtimes, at night or whenever we have him pray:

“I ask all of this in Jesus name, who died on the cross for our sins and rose again 3 days later, Amen." 


My son doesn’t want to forget. Neither do I.

Today is Good Friday.