I just read an article on my cell phone about Baghdad and how things are worse than they were. Paxton keeps waking up crying. The child is in pain. We owe way more in taxes this year than we ever have. I spent hours this morning fixing Holly's computer in new ways.
This is not a good Friday.
I am reminded that death and decay and frustration and disappointment surround us. And this is what "Good Friday" is about: Death, Frustration, Humiliation, Expectations Not Met, Sadness, Hopelessness.
Let's not sugar-coat it: We live in a fucked-up world. And this is the world that the Son of Man stepped into.
And, as far as the world and disciples knew, it's the world he failed to redeem.
But wait until Sunday.