It's ugly; it's death, and in church there's no music. We know that the Easter Sunday service will be cool, and we want to skip past the grim grey ghastly gore.
Good Friday sucks.
And it is also the cornertone of our faith, an experience we all will one day live.
And we have to wait for the next thing. (Next is the Five Minute Friday writing prompt this week.)
The reason that the world is round
is we're not meant to see ahead;
our friends now by us, safe and sound
and then, tomorrow, dead.
But that which hides darkness
also hides the coming light,
requiring faith we must confess
that there is an end to night.
The stone rolls to close the Tomb;
can it ever roll away?
If we gain admittance to that room
will we find only decay?
But it's precisely what we can't foresee
that brings new life to you and me.
I had mentioned a while back that I was pulled back from death by my dogs doing canine CPR. Here's a demonstration, courtesy Madrid's Municipal Police.
Music from Needtobreathe, with Keep Your Eyes Open.
Thanks to Carol Ashby, Blessed Are The Pure Of Heart is back on Kindle, and will be available in paperback soon.
Friends are everything. I couldn't have done it.
Below are my recent releases on Kindle -please excuse their presence in the body of the blog. I haven't the energy to get them up as 'buttons' in the sidebar. You can click on the covers to go to the Amazon links.