Quakers don't really mark out special days, it is more about the reality of what my condition is, rather then the temporal season. Nonetheless, Good Friday is almost tangible to me in its holiness. Maybe it is the memories of a childhood spent in a liturgical, sacramental faith community, or the services I planned for my protestant community as a young mom, or as I'm beginning to be aware, how much suffering is etched on my heart and bound up in my faith.
I've been holding that tie to suffering in the Light, tentatively for a while, and for the last couple of months, standing with it in faith and letting the truth that wants to be made known bubble out.
There are always a few truths that come out and I nod and say hello for they are old friends. It is good for people not to be alone in their suffering, even while our companions fully acknowledge that our suffering is ours alone to carry. And that a contrite heart is a Godly respinse to the pain and evil in the world.
So I have been praying for a contrite heart.