Love. Friday.
Having spent Thursday night in agony at the thought of so many things many more than I can fathom –
betrayal
separation
the grief of those who loved Him
the shame of those who supported His death
the cover-up
the persecution of those who shared His ways
the coming siege of Jerusalem
the thousands of years to come where the light of love would be dimmed (but never extinguished)
chattel slavery
human trafficking
sexual abuse
spiritual abuse
physical abuse
emotional abuse
financial abuse
paedophilia
residential schools
colonial torture
cultural hegemony
generational trauma
and so on and so on and so on
And thinking of the depth of pain that He would physically endure, Jesus still chose to follow through with His appointment to fight death so that humanity would see love. For how else could we experience pure love but to see pure hate in action. The light shone into the darkness, and it did not once curse the darkness.
Love shone through agony. That resolute agony is the core of love. The choice to stay in love no matter what. It was a Good Friday. It was the Best Friday Ever.
It was not easy, but it was so worth it…
Of Thunderstorms and Rainbows 