Day 39: A Good Friday Indeed

A memory gathered around

an old wooden table,

through flows the tale of Man

born in humble stable.

 

The Man broke bread

and drank from shared cup;

He bowed His head in prayer

and lifted these words up.

 

These are My hands

they wash your feet,

as you go forth, do as I

to every person you meet.

 

'This is My body,

which will be given for you’;

do not fret, for you will soon

understand the things I now do.

 

‘This is My blood

which will be shed for all’;

allow it to quench your longing

every time you, too, fall.

 

Do not render your tears

as today I take leave;

remember it is within you

that I live as you believe.

 

You will gather again

around old wooden table;

there, ponder these words

as My truth and not fable.

 

My love, I promise to be

with you every single day,

wind upon soaked cheek as

WE now walk The Way.

Before you begin your day:

Good Friday. The word Good is debated in our history to originally be God's Friday. Debated or not, if it is God's Friday, then that would make it very good indeed. When someone we are close to passes from this life, we are sad. But I always ponder the question: Would they want you to be? If they love you with all their being, the answer is an astounding NO. They rest with the desire memory flows through your mind like fresh linen dancing on a clothesline.

 

Our sixteen-year-old daughter, one day, in asking about death painted this lovely scene. I would like to walk with you there today. She was inquiring about our will; if we had one and did it state the details of our burial. Much to her chagrin, we answered, no. She then began to explain how she imagines her burial to transpire. She described her ashes flowing among the boughs of a willow tree planted in a meadow. To be honest, I could visualize this picturesque view. But, I snapped out of it and responded with how sad that would be for us. And, with such astonishment, she looked at me and said, "Why?"

 

She could not fathom why that would be a sad day for anyone. "I will be in Heaven with Jesus," she said. The smile that illuminated her response was infectious; it made me happy. There was a joy inside her that I cannot express. But, allow me to elaborate as I speak of joy - this joy was not accompanied by even a hint of fear or worry. It was as if she could perceive the peace and tranquility that awaits us. She spun back around and said, "Oh yeah, and I want everyone to wear yellow. Black is such a sad color!"

 

Amazing is the only word I have. And, this is the way Jesus must feel today. He smiles as His memory's flow, saddened by the accompanying pain. Yet, He shines forth, gleaming in yellow light. He gazes at the grace surrounding Him in Heaven, and says, "Yes, it is a Good Friday indeed."  

 

During your day:

See my servant shall prosper,

he shall be raised high and greatly exalted.

Even as many were amazed at him -

so marred was his look beyond human semblance

and his appearance beyond that of the sons of man -

so shall he startle many nations,

because of him kings shall stand speechless;

for those who have not been told shall see,

those who have not heart shall ponder it.

 (Isaiah 52: 13-15). 

 

Read any of the readings for Good Friday (among them: Isiah 53: 1-12; Hebrews 4: 14-16; Hebrews 5: 7-9; Romans 6: 8-11)

 

Throughout your day:

INHALE: I hunger.

EXHALE: You feed.

(repeat as many times as needed)

 

Before you end your day:

When I render my tears

as today You take leave;

help me remember it is within me

that You live as I believe.

 

When I gather again

around Your Blessed Table;

remind me to ponder these words

as You Blessed Truth, not fable.

 

My love, I promise to be

with you every single day,

wind upon soaked cheek -

I AM with you as you walk

The Way.

Amen.​

 

Goodnight; sleep well; know you are blessed.

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