There is something so personal, so shameful, and so painful about Jesus' death that resounds in my bones. Singing "Were You There" still brings me to tears and is the only day I allow myself to cry and not feel bad about it. Im not talking about sobbing uncontrollably, just small, quiet tears for Gods eyes only.
As I walk around in my black dress with a heavy heart, I keep this message from the service in my mind:
"Our Heavenly Father sent his Son into the world, not to condemn the world; but that the world through him might be saved"- The Book of Common Prayer
