Good Friday

Good Friday is finally here. As I type this a couple of hours before dawn, it is dark and rainy, which seems fitting, doesn't it?

Usually Good Friday is marked here by going to church: Stations of the Cross, the beginning of the Divine Mercy Novena, the reading of the Passion, communion service, the Veneration of the Cross...those are the things we usually do. But Aisling is down with a bad cold, and since she has to play the piano tomorrow at Easter Vigil, it seems prudent to keep her at home where she can rest and have zinc lozenges and orange juice.

Today, we can pray the Devotion to the Five Wounds of Christ and the Stations of the Cross right here at home, remembering Him in His sorrow on this day so paradoxically called "good."

In the words attributed to St. Francis of Assisi, "We adore you, O Christ, and we praise You, because by Your holy cross, You have redeemed the world."