Good Friday

This year, for some reason Good Friday really grabbed my attention. I was preaching, and in prayer about it, but I am not sure that was it. Somehow the entire service (combined with the stations of the cross service earlier in the day) was able to express something of the maginitude of the event. I realized how empty our attempts at describing the cross are, and this is why we have to bring everything of who we are to the task. All of our senses, sound, smell, sight, touch (maybe not taste), but everything gets used in the Good Friday service- and it is still lacking. The gap between what's needed and what we can do is precisely what Good Friday service ought to remind us of, and not just mentally, but also existensially somehow. Today we must die.