During each Sunday of Lent, our pastor asked someone from the congregation to share a story from their personal journey that related to the scripture for that week. She asked me to share the week we read about Nicodemus: a man who couldn’t seem to get a straightforward answer to the questions he asked Jesus. Below is a modified version of what I shared.
It’s always been confounding to me that we would call the day that commemorates the death of Jesus “Good Friday“. I understand that there were many good things that followed, but on Good Friday no one knew that those things were coming. They were living in a reality where their worst fears had been realized and their prayers hadn’t been answered.
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