Good Friday

As a child, I always thought the word "Good" modifying "Friday" was weird. I mean, the day Jesus suffers and dies and the earth quakes--why call this good? Why not "Dark Friday"? Or "Sad Friday"? Or "The Worst Friday of All"?

Yet today I appreciate the irony. It was the worst of days, it was the best of days.

If God could make even humans killing His Son into what T. S. Eliot referred to as the still point of history, it follows that that same One can also turn all lesser evils into good. Lady Julian of Norwich put it most succinctly: “All shall be well and all shall be well, and all manner of thing shall be well.” Her optimism was not positive thinking, but rather a great eschatological hope built on the original Good Friday. What starts out looking bad turns into the greatest event of all time and eternity. In it we see God’s power of “again-making” that renews all things to their Creator’s original “making.”

"It may be Friday, but Sunday's comin'."