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Good Friday

The kids wanted to know why a day when such an awful thing happened is called Good Friday.
So, being the good teacher that I am, I shared my great wisdom I googled to find the answer.
Here is a summation of what I found. Good can also mean holy or God. In other countries this day is referred to as Holy Friday or Mourning Friday.
Those seem much more appropriate, but now since I am so wise since I googled, I know the truth and Good Friday doesn't seem so strange a name.

I tend to look over this day. I don't like to dwell on bad things that happen. I pretty much focus on Easter Sunday, thats when the good stuff happens! But I do take time to remember the pain and hurt, rejection and humiliation that Jesus felt on this day. Dying on the cross wasn't an easy thing for Him to do. He, afterall, was human. This wasn't an easy day. But unlike me, He not only dwelt on the bad things that were happening, he FELT the bad things that were happening. And why? Because He loved me. And because He loves you.

We are taking the day off from school today except for the obligatory spelling test and math and language review for Samuel's big test Tuesday. I plan on taking the kids on a picnic today, it is really pretty here and I just love picnics on Easter weekend.

I hope you have a great Easter weekend, that you will be able to spend time with your family. Abby will get to see some of her family this weekend. I will not, but they will come soon for birthday parties!!!
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Anonymous said…
Happy Easter to the SISTERS!

Love you lots!

YFA
tbeo
April 10, 2009 at 9:56 PM
Anonymous said…
You have taught your old man something. I always thought it was called "Good Friday" because it was "Good" for us that Jesus died for us on that day.
Y.D.
April 15, 2009 at 11:43 AM
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