Things I love….
-sitting here tonight… in the silent church. I am the only person at the prayer vigil… you could call it “holding down the fort” until midnight comes, but for me… it’s silence… and its BEAUTIFUL.
-Good Friday. Could be called the most depressing day of the Christian year… I don’t even subscribe to the “but Sunday is coming” bit. Nope. I love this day/night. The simplicity AND magnitude of the sacrifice and all that that holds in it. Sadness, peace, tragedy, and hope all wrapped in… in one overwhelming moment. BEAUTIFUL.
-Candlelight. Somehow I find candlelight to be the most amazing thing. I love that sense that you can be an imperfect mess in candlelight and at the same time, be so free. I love the candle lit sanctuary… especially tonight with the simple lanterns next to the empty cross… keeping watch. BEAUTIFUL.
Things I don’t love…
-knowing that the prayer vigil has just an hour or so left before it ends… and so few people got to experience it.
-feeling like a TOTAL freak for my love of the prayer vigil… and for my sadness that it will end tonight instead of 30 hours from now.
-not knowing what to do with Easter Saturday. Really. Jesus is crucified but not yet risen. What does one do with that day. For the last few years it made so much sense to observe it in the prayer vigil. Now I am confused!!
There you have the things that I love and things that I don’t… Good Friday version. Good Friday is so very odd to me in so many ways… and beautiful too. Today, on my way to the church I decided to stop for a new pair of jeans (since my old ones are… well… OLD and there was a good sale.) There was a mother and daughter fighting because the daughter wanted a black sweater to wear on Easter and her mom said that NO ONE wears black on Easter. Made me think… made me think about lots of things, but mostly how little it matters if you wear black on Easter. Seriously? Uh Christ is RISEN FROM THE DEAD and you are not wearing pastels? That’s what it’s about?
This year I am sad because our prayer vigil is only Friday night instead of lasting the whole weekend. There were lots of people who were upset with the decision to make it only one night (including me! I didn’t vote for that!!)… but in these quiet moments I realize the beauty is not in the vigil or silence or candlelight… the beauty is in the sacrifice… a sacrifice I don’t deserve and yet give my all to try to earn. Instead of trying so hard to earn it, I need to stop, and be silent and realize I never can… and yet I can give all I have and all I am on behalf of serving my Jesus.
Oh the contradictions!!