Good Friday.


God is in his heavens…


I’ve had several false starts this morning. Everything I try to write about is overshadowed by the significance of this day. It seems ridiculous and trite somehow to talk about the fact I craved a glass of wine yesterday or that someone took too long unloading dry goods in line at Costco.


Then Lauren got up and said, “Please don’t make me go to work,” and it occurred to me that even though Jesus suffered and died on this day, unless we are cloistered monks, we still have to pay our bills and put gas in the car.


I had a dear friend who died a few years ago. Her husband was always going off to retreats to be “enlightened”. He communed with Indians in the woods, he meditated on mountaintops… All his methods of prayer involved being away in exotic climes, and she resented it. She thought the road to heaven was more plodding – putting one foot in front of the other in the real world, and taking the kids to school once in a while… I guess she knows the truth now.


Today I will reflect, and as a Christian I will be grateful. I am also going to get my car washed, enjoy this beautiful weather, have a meal with a friend and put together Easter baskets for my children.


I’m going to do the best I can, trudging along on the messy road to heaven….

Today I’m not drinking because It’s Good Friday.

How come you’re not drinking?