When I was a child and it was Good Friday, my mom made my sisters and I be quiet from noon until 3 PM. I’m not saying she didn’t allow us to speak or move. I’m saying she had us be quiet little ladies instead of the rambunctious, high energy, giggling and carrying on powerhouses we normally were on a day off from school. Every year she’d explain to us that this was the time Christ suffered and died for us and we needed to slow down and think about what that meant.
Most Good Fridays, we’d go across the street to our neighbor’s house and sit with the children that lived there on their front porch. We’d color or read or play dolls but we were never loud or obnoxious. My mom and a few of the neighbor ladies would gather in the kitchen at my house and talk amongst themselves.
As a child I never fully understood what it meant–this noon to 3PM pause. It wasn’t until I was in junior high that I began to understand what an amazing sacrifice Christ made for me. It wasn’t until high school that I fully understood what inconceivable pain and agony Christ endured so that I could be forgiven and have a right relationship with God. As an adult, Easter has become my favorite time of year. I cannot gaze upon a crown of thorns without tears springing to my eyes. It’s personal between Christ and I, as it is meant to be. I have His blood and His resurrection as my assurance that my transgressions are forgiven. I’m not perfect by any stretch of the imagination, and the great thing about it is that Christ knows I’m flawed and He loves me in spite of those flaws.
This Good Friday–as with all Good Fridays in my lifetime–I will be quiet and reflectful and I will be thankful that Sunday’s on the way!
Until next time, I hope your Easter is a truly blessed one!