Good Friday.

What happened on this day so long ago?

Why is this day called good?

I ask my children and read descriptions of torture and death unsuitable for young ears, except that by these wounds and by this death they are healed and saved.

The purpose transforms the gruesome into glory.

We talk of suffering and separation, my children and me.

They ask and I answer. We ponder together.


Read more, they plead. But, I stop at death.

The Death of Good Friday.

It is finished.


We take the Sabbath rest along with those first followers.

We wait. For Resurrection and Life.

We wait for Easter’s dawning.

Not yet, but very soon.



I was inspired by reading Andrew Peterson’s “Resurrection Letters” and listening to his song “Hosanna!” Click here to download both for free.

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