Good Friday is about tears. I’m not sure about the word Good. I never have been. But maybe that’s because I’m not sure about Love either. Not when it is hammered to a tree. Not when it bleeds, skin pricked and split. Messy and unexpected. Be perfect as your Heavenly Father is perfect, he said.…
“Good Friday is the day you can do nothing. Bewailing and lamenting your manifold sins does not in itself make up for them. Scouring your soul in a frenzy of spring cleaning only sterilizes it; it does not give it life. On Good Friday, finally, we are all, mourners and mockers alike, reduced to the…
One of the most profound things I’ve ever heard spoken about scripture is this: God did not give us the bible we wanted; he gave us the bible we needed. So, too, is this true of Jesus. God did not give us the savior, the messiah, that the Jews expected or wanted or that we…
Shepherdess Writes 