It has been a long time since I had to work on Good Friday. But in a few hours, I go to the office. I will continue with the week's work: reassembling binders, getting the room ready for the accreditation visit, observing a faculty member who is new--I hope that she remembers that we do not have Good Friday off.
I'm usually travelling on Good Friday or preparing to travel--I often go on a retreat that happens the week-end after Easter, and I leave on the Tuesday or Wednesday after Easter. Again, this year, I'm staying put. It's too close to the accreditation visit for me to feel OK about a multi-state trip, and I have no vacation time earned at this point.
Journeys on Good Friday make a sort of sense, as the Good Friday narrative is one of journeying from one world to the next. Jesus would experience a time out of time that many of us never will--but travel gives us a taste of that.
This morning, I got up early to take my sister and nephew to the airport--lots of people are travelling today. Now I will do some laundry and go to the grocery store to buy a few items for the week-end. Later today, I'll go to Good Friday evening service with my spouse and parents.
I will miss the Good Fridays that I've had in the past: time with friends or helping with a midday service or a walk in the labyrinth. But I will try to stay alert through the day for God breaking through into the world. I am not the only one who has to work today, after all.
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