Good Friday, during my childhood and according to the churches I attended, was always a dark day. In my mind the day was black, it was a day different from any other. When I woke up on Good Friday I knew it was Good Friday. My family was somber. There was little activity that day. One year, the Presbyterian Church showed a movie in the basement of the church.
We watched the crucifixion with rapt attention. I can still hear the thunder as it rumbled through the basement walls.
The Catholic School I attended observed every day of Holy Week. We walked a block to the church and no one spoke…every elementary school child was quiet. We sat perfectly still in the pews and we knelt without a complaint. Some may say this was harsh observance but
I have only positive memories. I was in awe of the observance.
We will be at church on Good Friday. I will be in awe of the observance.
I shall die as well but I will live every day with gladness for the life I was given.
Good Friday, during my childhood and according to the churches I attended, was always a dark day. In my mind the day was black, it was a day different from any other. When I woke up on Good Friday I knew it was Good Friday. My family was somber. There was little activity that day. One year, the Presbyterian Church showed a movie in the basement of the church.
We watched the crucifixion with rapt attention. I can still hear the thunder as it rumbled through the basement walls.
The Catholic School I attended observed every day of Holy Week. We walked a block to the church and no one spoke…every elementary school child was quiet. We sat perfectly still in the pews and we knelt without a complaint. Some may say this was harsh observance but
I have only positive memories. I was in awe of the observance.
We will be at church on Good Friday. I will be in awe of the observance.
I shall die as well but I will live every day with gladness for the life I was given.