My favorite holiday is Good Friday.
What does that even mean?
I can only answer that for myself.
We must each find such meanings in our private ponderings.
I find expression of some answers in words spoken in Oct 2006 by Joseph B. Wirthlin, Apostle of Jesus Christ, and member of the Twelve Apostles in The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints.
"I think of how dark that Friday was when Christ was lifted up on the cross. On that terrible Friday the earth shook and grew dark ... evil men who sought his life rejoiced ... the veil of the temple was rent in twain ...
"On that Friday the Apostles were devastated. Jesus, their Savior - the man who had walked on water and raised the dead - was Himself ... [seemed] overcome by His enemies.
"On that Friday the Savior of mankind was humiliated and bruised, abused and reviled. It was a Friday filled with devastating, consuming sorrow that gnawed at the souls of those who loved and honored the Son of God ... of all the days since the beginning of this world's history, that Friday was the darkest."
I have dark days in my life.
Days that seem like all light and hope is extinguished. Days and/or nights that seem to have no end.
Times of utter despair.
I suspect you do also.
I hope not, but also know it is part of living and dying, loving, serving and trying.
With rain, sometimes, we may ... if we wipe our eyes and lift them to look -
glimpse a rainbow, God's promise of hope to man.
"Each of us will have our own Fridays - those days when the universe itself seems shattered and the shards of our world lie littered about us in pieces. We all will experience those broken times when it seems we can never be put together again. We will all have our Fridays.
"But I testify to you in the name of the One who conquered death - Sunday will come. In the darkness of our sorrow, Sunday will come.
"No matter our desperation, no matter our grief, in this life or the next, Sunday will come."[emphasis mine]
I join my voice to Elder Wirthlin.
SUNDAY WILL COME.
And every Sunday I will look again at the white cloth covering the sacrament table and remember the corpse of the Savior and then eat and drink the symbols of His triumph! His triumph that dispels my darkness. Dispels all darkness of all such 'Fridays'.
And with Elder Writhlin I will rejoice and
" ... live in thanksgiving for the priceless gifts that come to us as [children] of a loving Heavenly Father and for the promise of that bright day when [I] shall rise triumphant from the grave. No matter how dark [my] Friday, Sunday will come.
"The Resurrection transformed the lives of those who witnessed it. Should it not transform ours? We will all rise from the grave. On that day we will know the love of our Heavenly Father and will rejoice that the Messiah overcame all that we could live forever."
For now I listen to the advice of Isaiah in chapter 24 (verse 14) and sing in the darkness, "Glory to God on high ... tell what his arm has done, what spoils from death he won ..Praising His name ..." hymn 67
After the cold of Winter, Spring brought the change of seasons - the daffodils - the birds - the green - the light ... and now Summer has arrived,
And Sunday will come - even should seasons fail - even in the dark!