This Good Friday, I feel pretty far from the usual church ideas and rituals around celebrating this day.
For us Christians, today is one of the most important days of the year, when we remember the execution of Jesus of Nazareth.
The darkest day gives way to the brightest, a couple days following.
It feels distant to me this year, the rituals of the day. All the same, I’ll remember his suffering and death; I’ll remember his courage, and resolve.
And I’ll remember his love.