Friday, March 29, 2013

Good Friday

[My research before moving to this state was not thorough. The bugs here are huge. The first one that landed in our house was spotted by the cat, then myself.  I about died thinking it was a dinosaur mosquito.]

Well, it's Good Friday.  I don't know whether to say "Happy Good Friday!" or "Sad Good Friday" or nothing at all, because, what do you say about a day like this if you're of the religious persuasion? Being a believer that Christ is real and did real things, I believe that on this day so many odd years ago, he died.  Not just died, but was tortured to death, and it was my fault.  So it should be a really mournful day, right?

But no, because I already know that in a couple days I'm going to celebrate his resurrection.  That through that three day process I was freed from my sins into a complete relationship with God.  So, then, I should be celebrating today?  That seems a little... odd.

And then throw in a 14 month old and I start thinking, "What on earth am I going to tell her in a couple years about Easter?"  "How on earth am I supposed to make this holiday more than just candy and dresses and playing games with plastic eggs?"  If I can't even figure out personally how to celebrate this weekend appropriately, how dare I even try to convince my child to know how to.

So I usually end up thinking that I am thankful have another couple of years before my child will actually remember what we did on Easter to begin teaching her about Jesus.

I suppose the word for this holiday is actually "thankful."  More than sorry or relieved, I should be thankful for the gift that God graciously gave me.  Thankful that he allowed me to understand the gospel of Christ at a young age.  Thankful that Jesus willingly suffered for something I deserved.

I don't know how, but I want to instill a heart of thankfulness in my child over this holiday weekend.  Not like Thanksgiving and all the "I'm thankful for my family" sorts of things, but a direct line of thankfulness for Christ's single act of extraordinary kindness that can not be copied or diminished.

Thank goodness I still have a couple of years.

[my husband laughed twice while proofreading this.  I took it as the go ahead to post it.]


  1. Shelby, thank you for such an articulate description of the feelings that we experience on Good Friday looking forward to Easter.