I spent some time this morning thinking about how Good Friday is only good because we know the rest of the story, the hopeful part of the crucifixion. In reality, the first part of the Easter story is dark. But then because Jesus is who He said he was the world had new life, and light, and hope.
The angel said to the women, “Do not be afraid, for I know that you are looking for Jesus, who was crucified. He is not here; he has rise, just as he said. Come and see the place where he lay.” –Matthew 28:5-6
And then I thought about how my Good Friday is good because I have been blessed with these two children, one who likes reading “Let’s Celebrate Jesus on Easter” and the other who will soon be able to sing “Jesus Loves Me” just like her sister does.
Today was Cate’s second time dying Easter eggs. And even after a year, she seemed to know what she was doing. Ben wanted to be near the action …