God Friday

It amazes me time and again that God ministers to people despite our efforts to get in the way.

Our Good Friday meditation was a series of prayers based on the words of Jesus from the cross, the final one being "Father, into your hands I commit my spirit" . The prayer was read by Anne, who struggled with these words:

Lord Jesus, we let you go.

You cannot cling to life for ever, nor can we cling to a dying frame, nor do we grudge you that peace which passes understanding which you have promised us.

So go to heaven, where you will welcome those who die in your faith, whose death, with your death, we remember. Tell them that we love them, that we miss them, that they are not forgotten.

She stood in front of us all, her tears stopping the words flowing. But she battled through and completed her part. After she told me that her mother had died on one Good Friday a few years ago. They had not had an easy relationship and this had been the first time she had shed tears for her mother. Now that you know that, read the quote above again.

Our God is an amazing God. I only wish I could get out of the way more often.