Good Friday. Certainly has its significance. The day our Savior died for the forgiveness of sins. But Sunday’s comin’…
Have you ever heard some refer to Monday as Good Monday? Or Good Thursday? Just a random day of the week…are those ‘good’? Indeed, not denying the spiritual significance of why today is called “Good Friday”. But I am asking the question…aren’t all days good?
Don’t get me wrong, I’ve encountered bad days. I remember when I was a kid, we were having Field Day at school. A day when all the students gets outside and plays fun games instead of learning. My mom came to that particular day and watched all my events. Super fun! I got in the car and she calmly explained, “Honey, your grandpa died today.” Grandpa Hixon. Quite possibly the nicest man that ever walked the face of this planet. He was a calm and reserved man. He showed love and respect to each person he came into contact with. I loved riding with him on the tractor up and down the fields. I remember one time (I was super young) we ended up going diagonally through the field and I tapped him on the shoulder…and he woke up! “Uh oh!” he exclaimed. “Grandpa must have fell asleep! Thanks for waking me up!” He backed up and restarted the row. I laughed.
Or the day my dad called. “Tony!” Recalling my dad’s voice on the other end still gives me chills. “Your mom…she did it…she ended it…she took her life…” We both crumpled into a pile of tears. Bad day.
Yet, breath still fills my lungs. The sun rises each morning. My family still loves me. I have a calling (or as some might call it, a job). I have purpose. Isn’t each day…good? Can’t we find a silver lining in each day we’ve been blessed to live through? Even sad days, even bad days, can be turned into Good. Especially when we remember and reflect on what He did for us on this…indeed…a Good Friday…
