Good Friday is really about life for me. Two years ago Good Friday, I was sitting at home, preparing for my minimal role in services. I had been on disability for about 2 months, and things were going fairly well. I got a phone call from the people that handle disability claims at our insurance company. They were just calling to inform me that since I had shown “some” improvement according to my doctor, that they were taking me off disability.
This began a series of events that I can only describe as surreal. I began a downward spiral that brought be to being suicidal. It was a gift from God that we had the divine service that day, for without that, I don’t know what I would have been doing. My pastor stayed with me as much as possible. I was a zombie, barely conscious, yet fully believing that there was no way I could get out of this, no way I could recover from such a blow. If I didn’t have the time and space I needed to heal, then I would only get worse. What was the point?
But God is merciful.
I lived.Â Somehow our Lord got me through the Great Three Days. Â After Easter I went to stay with some dear friends for a couple weeks to rest and try to recover some level of sanity and normalcy.Â Things got better.Â It took a long time, with setbacks along the way and all kinds of other gunk to go through, but things did get better.
So Good Friday for me is about life.Â It’s about that life God gives to each one of us.Â It’s about the Life that was given for my life.Â Â It’s about the gift of seeing my children grow up, having friends and family who care deeply for us, and it’s about the ongoing work that our Lord does to keep us in the faith all the days of our lives.Â No matter how dark the road.
A blessed Good Friday to you.