At the time of the big Christian Holy days, Easter and Christmas, I'm usually aware that my perspective and experience of these times is rather more secular than maybe it could be. Like pretty much everyone else my Christmases are dominated by thoughts of festive foods and family gatherings, holidays and gifts. I view Easter as time to catch my breath with a long weekend, time to eat hot cross buns and chocolate. I spend some time reflecting and I go to church but these Holy times are not neccessarily times of great spiritual growth or revelation. Most of the time I live peacably with this truth, knowing that these things can't be forced and thinking little of it but today was different.
At work I made the comment that Good Friday is little more important to me than any other day and then I had to figure out why.
Two thousand years ago Jesus, Yeshua, was arrested, humiliated and executed during the time of the passover and He did it willingly, to save me from darkness.
So how is it that I can consider the marking of these horrific events little differently to any other day?
It's hard to relate to, I was not there, I live in a different time, a different place, a different culture.....
and it is too big to comprehend. Two thousand years ago a man suffered a torturous death for the benefit of all humanity to come. It's unimaginable.
Tomorrow, like every Good Friday, I will have a hot cross bun for breakfast, I will go to church and reflect, I will hope for a grey, sombre day to remind me of His pain and death and I will put aside some aspects of everyday living.
Good Friday is only subtly different to everyday life and I like it that way. I don't want to indulge in grand but empty displays of religiosity. Good Friday is the day for me to remember a stupendous sacrifice but if I am to really pay my respects my remembering cannot be a yearly event, celebrated and forgotten, I must live every day in gratitude.
Easter is the demonstration of God that life is essentially spiritual and timeless. ~Charles M. Crowe