missjunebug’s thoughts take a serious turn on this day of days: Good Friday, the day that marks the crucifixion of Jesus Christ. She hopes you take a moment to observe in thought or prayer, deed or meditation this momentous and historic event. But she will leave that to you.
What missjunebug still marvels at is another part of the story, a quieter part, but no less momentous. Consider these lines from John:
Near the cross of Jesus stood his mother, his mother’s sister, Mary the wife of Clopas, and Mary Magdalene. When Jesus saw his mother there, and the disciple whom he loved standing nearby, he said to her, “Woman, here is your son,” and to the disciple, “Here is your mother.” From that time on, this disciple took her into his home.
Jesus facing down the specter of human death, an agonizing one that loomed before him in the shape of a cross, Jesus, questioned, scourged, accused, accursed, remains mindful of his earthly responsibilities to his mother Mary and commits Mary to John’s care and John to Mary’s.
What’s so good about Good Friday? The love of a son for a mother, the love of a prophet for his disciple breaking through impending darkness reminding all of us of the light of God’s unconditional love for us and our charge to take care of each other, love one another, and walk together toward the light.