Good Friday Eve

Good Friday Eve

As Holy Week approaches, I find myself wanting to slow down and actually feel what the week asks of us. We can rush so quickly to Sunday — to resurrection, to triumph — that we skip the sorrow of Friday.

But the disciples didn't know Sunday was coming. They experienced Friday as pure devastation. We had hoped that he was the one to redeem Israel. Those words in Luke 24:21 carry the full weight of shattered expectation.

I want to honor the Friday before I rush to Sunday. To sit with the grief, the confusion, the silence of Holy Saturday. Because the resurrection means more when we have genuinely sat in the dark.