It’s been a long week, more like a long month, and I am tired. Tonight happens to be Good Friday. I have never really understood why it is called Good Friday.

I’m sure there is some sort of theological reason as to why, but even asking my friend Siri to look it up on Google sounds too exhausting. I may have to apologize for my ignorance and lack of knowledge in a later post.

But think about it. It was a horrific day, not only for Jesus to have suffered and died the way he did, but for all who loved him too; so much pain and sorrow. His loved ones were oblivious to what would come in the next two days. Jesus died a terrible death that day. If I were to choose what it would say on every kitchen calendar in America, it would probably say Bad Friday. If that doesn’t tell you just how tired I am.