Year after year we, the raggle taggle followers of Jesus, come to the foot of the ritual cross wondering in our hearts how this can really be a Good Friday. This year we seem to be joined by many around the world who suddenly are very concerned to understand suffering and service, hope and fear, death and life that comes out of death.
Like the disciples of old most of us struggle to stay present to the terrifying ordeal of the cross. The physicality of such a cruel and dreadful punishment and death makes us want to look away. At best we hover at