This was my Facebook status earlier today:
Kids are cleaning . . . Redemption Songs is blaring . . . the Son is shining . . . it’s a beautiful Holy day!
Doesn’t it sound like we had little bluebirds helping us fold the towels?
Here is a glimpse of our reality earlier today:
someone was hungry . . . someone was tired . . . the two yr old was wired . . . kids bickered . . . I threatened to turn the music off if it didn’t quieten down . . .
Yet my Facebook status still remained true.
Our day was good or bad depending on where you focused.
We chose to focus on the Holy and had a lovely day in spite of ourselves.
The same can be said of those sacred events that took place so long ago:
the betrayal . . . the abandonment . . . the pain . . . the suffering . . . the burden of our sin . . .
There was nothing good on that day.
And yet there was everything Good on that day.
I am eternally grateful that there was a Really Bad, Really Good Friday!
