I am always at a loose-end on Good Friday.
Never quite know what to do with a holiday that marks a dismal anniversary. You know, it’s all about the crucifixion and the agonies of Christ and how human beings can be a bunch of bastards when some dude departs from accepted practices. In truth, crucifixion or not, we don’t seem to have lost that impulse.
Kill the messenger who tells us stuff that departs from the acceptable. Christ certainly filled that bill. Nothing but a troublemaker who didn’t necessarily subscribe to the theory of rendering unto Caesar. So they kilt him is what they done, and that was what Good Friday was invented for. That, and an extra day off.
Now, I am not a particularly spiritual person in the conventional church sense of the matter, but once in a while I paid attention in the Sunday school classes I was compelled to attend, probably so Mom and Dad could have a Sunday lie-in and I don’t want to speculate on what was involved with that.
So, the way the thing works is that Easter is the 2nd day of the whole Easter ritual. First is Maundy Thursday, which is the day of the Last Supper and Judas’s betrayal; second comes Good Friday which is the day of the Crucifixion, Gesthemane, Golgotha and “Give us Barabus,” and all that stuff; then comes Easter Saturday which is the interim between the Crucifixion and the Resurrection, and that Resurrection (the point of the exercise from a religious point-of-view) comes on Sunday. Convenient they did it on the Christian sabbath. How did they know? Finally comes Easter Monday, which is designated as yet another day off for public sector union members and denied to all other sloggers who must perforce be more sinful becuase they don’t seem to deserve that extra day of rest. Sucks, that does.
Now, it has come to pass that Easter essentially means chocolate eggs, baskets, chicks, bunnies and all sorts of other commercial crap brought to us by the same pagans who brought us Christmas trees to defile that other erstwhile sacred time of year.
In any case, today is good Friday and my mother always maintained it was apt that it should rain and be dreary on GF to mark the desolation Christians everywhere are supposed to feel for having messed up yet again.
Well, one can quibble with that. For one thing, there weren’t any Christians yet, and secondly it was the Romans and Pharisees who were largely the villains in the matter. And in my case, I certainly wasn’t there at the time, though I might have raised an objection had I been.
Now, if I don’t catch you Sunday, have a Happy Easter everyone, and I hope you are having a Good Friday that is whatever meaning it has for you. Eat some unleavened bread, maybe.
Hope I’m not going to hell for this. I tried to be respectful of everybody’s belief system. About matters clerical I always hold to the opinion that states: Hey, I could be wrong.