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 came away from the service feeling so much better. The hymns for this day are so powerful and I have to admit that I shed a tear or two when we sang 'The Old Rugged Cross' which when I was growing up, was not associated with Roman Catholics. I remembered today how my father and I would tend to take the mickey somewhat whenever we heard it - normally being sung by the Salvation Army on a street corner somewhere.
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.
I hope you're feeling better now Bee - my father and husband died in April and I always feel torn ... it's the time I am busiest int he garden but as I every year I think 'This is what I was doing when I got the news ...'
I hope you're feeling better now Bee - my father and husband died in April and I always feel torn ... it's the time I am busiest int he garden but as I every year I think 'This is what I was doing when I got the news ...'
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