It’s Good Friday. Growing up in a Catholic community, I was well aware of the significance of the day when Jesus suffered and died on the Cross for our sins. Actually, I didn’t understand any of it; but that wasn’t required when you are a cradle Catholic. You just accept.
When I was in high school we had the day off, but we were expected to be silent during the time that coincided with Jesus’ final three hours on Earth. I tried, but never made it. And who determines what three hours they were anyway?
Today, I’m long past high school age and don’t plan to keep silent from Noon to 3 PM. Still, I’m more aware of the solemnity of the day than in years past. It is the lead-up to Easter Sunay. I’ll go to church with Earl and listen to the pastor talk about the Resurrection. Earl belongs to an evangelical church, so it’s a little different from my upbringing. As the pastor speaks, I’ll just remember years of Catholic training as my religious default.
NOTE: My next blog will be Monday, April 1. And, no, it won’t be about April Fool’s Day. It will be about a fool of a piano.
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