I grew up Catholic, and Good Friday meant “Stations of the Cross.” Mass and a somber day. I always wondered as a kid why it was often dark and rainy. Did God know? One thing you never, ever say, “Happy Good Friday,” on this day, ever. Today we feel gratitude. Today we remember. It’s also true that my mother died …
“O Lord, my God and Savior, by day and night I cry to you. Let my prayer enter into your presence; incline your ear to my lamentation.” — Psalm 88:1-2 Good Friday is my favorite service in the church year and one of the reasons is because it is a service of lament. We as a society don’t really like …
There was a big old full moon this week, April’s “Pink Moon,” and we went looking for a spot for watching the moonrise. But as luck would have it, it was cloudy and the moon was mostly obscured for a couple of hours after it rose. As we were driving home, though, we saw it mostly emerge as we drove …