When they originally named this day, ‘good’ must have had a different meaning.

Hard to think of the day otherwise as ‘good’ if it commemorates the brutal torture and slow, excruciating execution of a gentle teacher of empathy and peace.

The faithful believe that this atrocious Friday was followed by a Sunday when this good soul rose from the grave, alive again, to show everybody the Way.   So in the sense that a miracle was revealed on Sunday the terrible events of Good Friday could be seen as a necessary precursor.  

Still, ‘good’ as in Good Friday must have originally meant something other than what we usually think of as good.

“Good. This is what you’re doing now, instead of getting ready?” I can hear a voice getting ready to say.

So, peace everybody, and a very Good Friday to those who celebrate it.