“I guess it’s not what you take when you leave this world behind you”
(from “Three Wooden Crosses”)
When I was a child, we were off school on Good Friday. My family would all fall in to the big car and head
to a multi-church ceremony held in Downtown Cincinnati at the Taft Theater. It was exciting and sort of
like attending a funeral at the same time.
It was Good Friday after all. The day we recognize Jesus being persecuted on the cross, dying for our
sins. That’s pretty heavy stuff for an adult, let alone a child. But I looked forward to it every
year. In fact, the first year it changed, well that was the beginning of many changes to come. It was
a sign of sorts.
I miss those days. The family would come together and work life stopped. Easter weekend used to be
recognized as a true Holy-day (holi-day).
My family is gone or scattered up an down the East Coast now. I have what they tell me I should call
a “Bio” family. I had called them my foster-family, as I was an orphan when they took me in! Nonetheless,
it will be a small celebration on Sunday after church and there will be too much chocolate involved
and then the day will be forgotten.
I miss the old days.
Happy Good Friday and Happy Easter. And thank you dear Father-God, for such an amazing gift. ~Robynn