I went to our parish Good Friday Service at 5.00pm this evening.
I was not having a particularly good day and on my way to church, I realized that this always happens to me on Good Friday.
I was not only weeping for Him who came to save us but for my father who I still miss to this day. I think I was also weeping for those who have turned my religion into something it was not meant to be.
Quite an emotional day all round really!