Evening Prayer & Rosary w/ the family
It’s hard to put into words the feelings and thoughts I have around Good Friday. This is my 13th good Friday since becoming a Christian. So I guess this is Good Friday the 13th for me? At any rate, Good Friday is wrought with expectations about what you should feel, think about and do or at least what I would like to do. I’d like my house to be silent from 12-3, have my family and I weep openly for our sins and experience the passion at the deepest human levels. But, as you can imagine with 4 little kids, the only tears were when one kid took the other kid’s station of the cross book. As for the silence….well, there were periods of silence, in between the cries. Yet, I did find grace in the midst of all this. Right after I about snapped and told Max & Sojo to stop messing around, look at the cross, and talk to Jesus- Sojo with a big smile on his face looked up at the cross and said a Hail Mary softly and afterward said, “I’m sorry Jesus had to die”. So, my 3 year old son gets it. He’s sorry Jesus had to die. Too bad I was too busy making things perfect. So out of my folly of getting frustrated with my kids, Jesus brought a sobering and beautiful moment of grace. Isn’t that the cross? God has brought a tremendous gift out of the horrendous act of the cross- a Good Friday indeed.
Went to the doctor for the ultrasound today. No luck finding out gender, the little one wouldn’t turn over. Gotta go back Monday.