That's where I found it, standing just off the road, on gravel, across from a cemetery, all the ingredients of a dead church once upon a time named Zion Pres. Out here, not all of such ruins are Presbyterian. Many are Lutheran, some on the reservation are Episcopal. They come in all flavors, although size is fairly standard on the edge of the Plains: not big.
As we come to Good Friday, the end of Lent and a recounting of Jesus’ sufferings, I have to ask the question of “What is Good?”
It seems, perhaps, that Christians have forgotten that God has always been, and is still very much in the business of reviving and restoring, and He is still in the business of “rolling rolling” stones.
But maybe of all days, Good Friday is the day to reconsider just what suffering is and to think on our own suffering.
On this Good Friday, let our guilt be replaced with gratitude.
Let us consider what it meant for Christ to become nothing for our sake.
