The day following Good Friday on the liturgical calendar, is, arguably, the saddest and most hopeless day of the year.  For the original disciples it was, arguably, their darkest hour.  Peter was so bewildered and disenchanted by Jesus’ death that he defaulted to his prior occupation and simply went fishing.

My mom and dad are joining us for the weekend so we’re looking forward to relaxing and enjoying time together.  We pray Irene will continue to be strengthened each passing day of remission.

My soul thirsts for God, for the living God.
When can I go and meet with God?

My tears have been my food
day and night,
while men say to me all day long,
“Where is your God?”

Psalm 42:2-3

The day following Good Friday on the liturgical calendar, is, arguably, the saddest and most hopeless day of the year.  However, we now live on the other side of that day, so, perhaps for followers of The Way, it is now a day of deep reflection and meditation as we await the liturgical calendar to turn its page.

Looking to Him,

Dave