A Very Good Friday Indeed

Hi, Everyone—and greetings from Memphis, Tennessee!

First of all, I would like to wish a Happy Good Friday to all of you. It’s amazing to me that this past Sunday, the people wer shouting “Hosanna” when Jesus Christ rode into town on a mule, and here it is, a mere five days later, and those same people shouted “Crucify him!” It lets me know that people are fickle. Well, that point notwithstanding, I had a good long conversation with my Auntie Gladys this morning at breakfast; we were talking about the death, burial, and resurrection of Jesus Christ. I guess because of I was thinking with my finite mind, I had problems with those fickle people. And then too, I questioned why Jesus would not just send angels from Heaven to come down and wipe out each and every last one of those conspirators. Well, Auntie Gladys simply smiled at me and said: “Tasha-Hon, it’s easy to think that way, but when you look at it from a spiritual standpoint, you will discover that it’s a good thing that Christ died. Think about it, Tasha: Would you wanna have that heavy burden of dying for someone’s sins? There ain’t nobody on this planet that would even so much as die for our next door neighbor’s sins, let alone the sins of the world.”

And I tell y’all—my eyes were opened upon that revelation.

Speaking of Auntie Gladys, y’all know that I’m staying with her for a couple of days—at least until it’s time to go back to Rust. I already know that we are gonna go to church on Sunday, but I think Auntie Gladys wants to go to Sunrise Service. I honestly can’t tell y’all the last time I attended a Sunrise Service at anyone’s church, much less my own, but I do recall my mentor, the late Mother Harriette Fields, always testifying that “since He got up for me, I’m gonna get up for Him.” Well, if Auntie Gladys wants to go to Sunrise Service, then that’s what we’re gonna do. I can tell you this, though: I’m gonna be some kinda tired when I get up that late; I’m not accustomed to getting up around five or six in the morning. Even when I was excited to go home for Christmas, I didn’t get up until like seven or seven-thirty in the morning.

But there is always a first time for everything, isn’t it?

Oh, by the way: Even though I've learned all about the true meaning of why we celebrate Easter, I cannot lie—the kid in me still wants to go on an Easter Egg Hunt at my church... I’m just sayin’!

In any event, I’ll holla at y’all tomorrow. Until then, y’all take care.

Hugs & Kisses,
Natasha