A good Friday Reflection

Today I enjoy the sun, feeling the warmth of coming spring … but today I hold lightly to my joy, because on this day the clouds darkened the sky over a brutal execution.

Today I join many in worship, feeling the swell of rightful pride as a crowd of us take a cross into the public square … but today I hold lightly to my pride, because on this day a crowd yelled in hatred at the kindest man the world had ever known.

Today I rail at life’s little niggles, inconvenienced by things which don’t quite happen the way I’d like them to … but today I hold lightly to my ideal world, because on this day injustice danced while it ripped up the rule-book on all that is right and fair.

Today I lean into the privilege of rest, taking time to eat and drink, read and sleep … but today I hold lightly to that rest, because on this day a blameless man faced his final, dreadful hours on no sleep, with no sustenance, even refusing the painkillers he was offered.

Today I know sorrow for the senseless murder of a young woman in Northern Ireland … but today I hold lightly to my sorrow, because on this day a man chose not to rescue himself from the most barbaric type of murder the human race has ever invented.

Today I am surrounded by family, feeling the vitality of love and connection … but today I hold lightly to that surroundedness, because on this day a man tasted the bitter cocktail of betrayal and abandonment, as loved-one after loved-one ran away.

Today I feel the pull of disagreement, of feeling aggrieved at the views others hold … but today I hold lightly to my frustration, because on this day the volatility of fractious politics ended in the pulling apart of an innocent man.

Today I revel in the little things, enjoying the sense of accomplishment as I get jobs done … but today I hold lightly to my achievements, because on this day a man looked futility and failure full in the face and did not turn away.

Today I live, delighting in the contours of this journey we call living … but today I hold lightly to that life, because on this day God died.

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