I appreciate when Good Friday is overcast. It seems appropriate.
I know, this isn’t the actual day that Jesus died. But I suspect the Earth knows the right day; that it bears a scar the way you can see a storm in the rings of a tree, even if humanity has lost track. So today, when we collectively choose to remember, awakens the memory of that day. The skies turn gray and dreary, casting a pall over a quiet world. Because it knows better than we do what it is to be without Him.
Thanks for that, Annie. It brings me to that quiet place of contemplation where we need to be on Good Friday.
It’s even dreary in Hawaii. I think you’re right.
Could it be said any better? I think not! Beautiful and True!