Today is Good Friday for Christians, the historic day of Christ’s crucifixion. For the first Christians, the disciples and all those living at the time of Christ, it was a dark day, one during which their beloved Messiah was cruelly slain and their cause seemed lost. Since that time, the Christian world has marked the day, but with the knowledge of Sunday’s resurrection. Still a somber occasion but tempered by the knowing.
I had a dear friend who, when days were dark and spirits low, was fond of quoting Dr. Tony Campolo: “It’s Friday but Sunday’s coming!”
I’ve felt that way of late. Down, but knowing that it wouldn’t last forever. Having a long-standing faith in a loving God has seen me through before, so I also know that “Sunday’s coming.”
Faith, like many worthwhile things, I believe, needs to be exercised to be strong. Mine has always been there, but sometimes I’ve been so weary and worn down, it’s seemed too hard to reach out and claim it. Fortunately, I have friends–you know who you are–who have always been there to pray on my behalf and love me back to action. So it has been recently.
Faith doesn’t mean that everything will always be good in life. That’s luck. Faith means you’ll always be connected no matter where life takes you. (Spoken by Lu, a wise curandera in The Desert Pilgrim by Mary Swander)
There’s that idea of connection again, similar to the interwoven threads of a tapestry, as I mentioned in my last post. I am so grateful for those in my life who hold me up, walk with me on life’s journey, and love me no matter what. They surely will be represented by specially chosen jewel-like threads whenever I do finally see the finished tapestry. They are gems of inestimable value.