Today is Good Friday, and I am going to be completely honest: I dislike Good Friday. It depresses me endlessly. We read Isaiah 52:13-53:12 during the Good Friday liturgy and it makes me want to cry.
He was despised and rejected by others;
a man of suffering and acquainted with infirmity;
and as one from whom others hide their faces
he was despised, and we held him of no account.
…But he was wounded for our transgressions,
crushed for our iniquities;
upon him was the punishment that made us whole,
and by his bruises we are healed.
…By a perversion of justice he was taken away.
We read the Passion of Our Lord and hear the people shout over and over again for Him to be crucified. It is upsetting no matter how many times I have heard it before. Today the Cross seems more like a reminder of suffering than redemption. I know I should focus on the necessity of the day and what is coming, but it is hard.
This Good Friday, though, the redemption and love seems more present, thanks to a reminder from my little one. He was carrying around his palm cross from Palm Sunday and told me to look at his “hope cross.” I told him usually people just call it a cross, and he said this:
“Well, when I look at it, I see hope, so I call it a hope cross.”
If he can see the hope and the love always present in the cross, surely I can, too.
May you feel loved and blessed this Easter season and always.