Today is Good Friday, a profoundly holy day in which we commemorate Christ’s crucifixion–a murder perpetrated by the authorities in Jerusalem (yes, Pontius Pilate: you proved to be a waste of space).
But Our Lord consented to it. Without sin Himself, He took upon Himself the sins of all humanity: He was wounded for our transgressions, and by His stripes we are healed.
In light of this, I can’t bring myself to do regular nooze reporting today. Not on Good Friday. Hold ’em over till tomorrow. The stupid stuff our fallen world is doing will still be there tomorrow. I’ve also decided this is not a day for Joe Collidge.
Hymns and prayers and Christian fellowship–that’s what we need today. It’s not business as usual: we have more pressing business up above.
No nooze is good news.
I’m saving all the satire for tomorrow.
In Arkansas all state offices are closed as well as the schools. But the federal mail system went on as if Good Friday is no big deal. And I see where the White House Easter egg hunt this year refuses any religions sayings being placed on the eggs. Biden is going to have more than egg on his face if he does not repent of his blasphemous life before he dies.
You said it, Whiterabbit. I think of so many who are in that dangerous boat and feel sad for them.