This post was written in 2007 and reposted on the blog today. Blessed Good Friday, all.
Holy Week is rather intense around our house, primarily because Mom is working a lot and we all spend quite a bit of time at church. Since this also happens to be Spring Break (no school) well, you might imagine the juggling going on.
To try to keep things straight I’ve lately found myself reviewing the plans of each day over and over with anyone who will listen (I’ve found the most dedicated listener, truthfully, in the dog.) Nevertheless, the other day I was talking with Sammy (human child) about our plans for the week and reviewing in detail what we’d be doing all week.
I was pretty well into the weekend, I think, when he interrupted me. “Hey Mom! Isn’t Friday the day we think about Jesus dying on the cross?”
(Smart pastor’s kid!)
“Yes,” I responded happily and continued rambling.
“Wait, Mom!” Sam interrupted again. “Isn’t that day called Good Friday?”
(Smart pastor’s kid!)
“Yes,” again, enthusiastically launching into the topic of what children might be expected to wear to church on Easter Sunday.
Sam spoke up one more time: “Well, what I don’t understand is why they call it GOOD Friday if that’s the day Jesus died. I think they should call it BAD Friday!”
Later I did some research and found that we call it Good Friday probably because of the development of the English language over time. In Germany they call it Karfreitag, Mourning Friday, which seems to make more sense. But some are of the opinion that there was a time in the history of the English language that “good” meant “holy”, which would, in effect, make today “Holy Friday”. Still others think it was originally referred to as “God’s Friday” and, over time someone added another “o”. And then there are those who believe it’s not an etymological issue at all but more likely a theological statement: that great good came to be from the tragedy of that Friday.
I didn’t know all of this when Sam and I were talking, but that’s in essence what I told Sam. I said that as Christians we believe Jesus came to be our Savior and he demonstrated the ultimate love by showing us that some things are worth dying for. To recognize that gift we call the day Good Friday.
(At least I recall it was something profound like that.)
Sam, with the deep conviction of the world-saavy 8 year old responded: “Well I guess I can see why they might call it Good Friday. But I still think it’s sad. Do you think it would be okay if I called it Pretty Good Friday?”
With the most serious face I could muster I responded that I thought that would be fine.
Hope you find some moments of forgiveness, grace and hope on this . . . Pretty Good Friday.