Sometimes We Miss The Point

I grew up calling this day Good Friday. Always being a lad who thought too much, I’ve pondered the meaning of “Good” for much of my life. True to my Enneagram number—5, The Investigator—I blew a half-hour on Wikipedia this morning.

Good carried over from the archaic use of the word somewhat synonymous to holy.

Now that that is out of the way, I see how easy it is to be distracted. To miss the point.

For Christians, this is the crucial weekend of the faith. Christmas may get all the hype, but without Good Friday leading to Easter Sunday—the death leading to the resurrection—Christianity is nothing.

There used to be a strain of “liberal” Protestantism that doubted the actual historical death and resurrection. To me that always begged the question, “Why bother?”

The actual chain of events would go Good Friday—>Easter Sunday—>Pentecost. God met humans at the Tabernacle in the desert. Then Solomon built a Temple, the place where God met humans through a priest. Then God met humans in the person of Jesus. Then at Pentecost God through the Holy Spirit came to dwell directly with each human. As the Apostle Paul said, our bodies became a Temple.

Why follow our spiritual practices (disciplines) then? It is our way of meeting God and renewing the relationship daily. These are ancient practices, proven over millennia. And today we remember the reason why Christians practice them.

This weekend and the following 40 days changed the world.

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