I’ve read that the word good used to have a secondary meaning of holy, but I can’t trace that back in my etymological dictionary. There are a number of cases in set phrases where the words God and good got switched around because of their similarity. One case was the phrase God be with you, which today is just good-bye. So perhaps Good Friday was originally God’s Friday. But I think we call it Good Friday because, in pious retrospect, all that tragedy brought about the greatest good there could be.
I can see virtue in either terminology. If we call it Mourning Friday, as in German, we are facing reality head on, taking up the cross if you will, fully conscious that the Christian walk is seldom a walk in the park. But if we call it Good Friday, as in English, we are confessing the Christian hope that no tragedy—not even death—can overwhelm God’s providence, love, and grace. Either way seems fine to me!"
Tomorrow morning we are going to an Easter Egg Hunt at Mayfaire Town Center and meeting up with some other moms. It will be the guys' first egg hunt. I'm not sure if they will get run over by the bigger kids but I plan to bring some filled eggs of my own so if that's the case we can hop on over to the side or something and have our own little hunt. We will also try to hit the beach tomorrow or Sunday. Saturday night we are going to church for the Easter Service to avoid the Sunday crowd. Then we're supposed to go out to eat with my cousin, Jesse and his wife Cori. Should be a fun weekend.
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