I’ve always thought that Good Friday and Black Friday should trade names. I know that Jesus had to die in order for us to have salvation, and in that sense it was Good and Goodness, but the way he had to die was so black and evil and so horrible. I don’t like to think about it. I don’t want to think about it. But I should. I should be willing to dwell on what He had to go through…I mean, an entire day of torment and sadistic torture and despicable conduct by so many many people. How does that happen in a society? It had to happen. I know that. I still try to avoid imagining it. I feel like I’m one of the disciples sometimes – I’m with Him through the good times, but when it gets scary or tough I either run away like they did at the end, or I fall asleep on the job like they did in Gethsemane. It’s a good thing we serve a God that forgives. Thank you for reading my 89th blog, and please come back for a much more joyful one on Easter!