Friday Afternoon Thoughts

One thing that always threw me off about Good Friday was that I could never conclude what was so good about it.

I've heard the argument before. Supposedly this day in history was when Jesus was crucified. In hindsight it's easy to perceive that as good but it was much different back then. For the eleven following Jesus (remember Judas had hung himself by this time), they basically lost their everything. There were no more miracles. There were no more profound teachings. At the very end Jesus prophesied to His disciples and stayed completely silent in the face of the most intense of accusations. Let's be real; there was no celebration when Jesus died. Only sunken memories and, if anything, fear that anyone that followed Jesus would likewise be crucified.

The thing that makes Christianity distinguished is the fact that Jesus rose again. In fact, the entire Faith hinges on that truth. If Jesus didn't rise, He would've merely been another great man to have died. He would've been no greater than any of the previous prophets. But the tomb was empty. And the world hasn't been the same since.

This is what leads me to question why we go on with the moniker good anyway. If any day is good, it is Sunday. That's when the discovery happened that Christ has risen. Furthermore, that news shouldn't be relegated to a plain adjective such as good. It should be great friday/sunday. If I had things my way, it would be called super awesome life-has-never-been-the-same day. But who listens to me anyway?