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So, yesterday marked the sixth month that me and the Boy have been "together." We went out for sushi uptown at a place he picked out, and he feels like we don't go out enough. As a homebody, I don't really have an opinion, but I kind of feel bad about that. (I am kind of a worry-driven person. It actually works out okay for me, so I am not going to worry about it. Ha! I made a funny.)

Anyhoo, I will be going to Good Friday services in a few minutes at the church I've been attending for several months. Good Friday is a really good litmus test for me about a church and pastor's ability to deal with heavy and deep subject matter- Good Friday is not a celebratory service, and it should not be. There are hard themes here and they must be dealt with effectively.

I have seen Good Friday done wrong- moments where, instead of accepting that this is a moment where it appears that the forces against change and the new movement of Jesus Christ have defeated Jesus and won, pastors skip that dark and hard moment and just move right on to the "death is overthrown" part. I think that shorts out my person experience of the memorial moment and it cheapens Easter. There is no Easter without Good Friday.

Also, in the funerals that I have attended as an adult, the Good Friday vs. Easter vision has been extremely helpful in experiencing the wake as a period of time to grieve a death so that at the funeral, we can fully celebrate the life of the person who has left us. My mother has always said that she was a big fan of the "Irish Catholic way of dying" for just this reason, and I think she managed to pass that feeling on to me effectively.

Anyhoo, I am on my way.


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Apr. 3rd, 2010 04:21 pm (UTC)
My father (Irish Catholic) keeps telling me that at his wake (when he dies), he wants to be propped up in a comfy chair with a glass of red wine in his hand.

All the Irish (and, for that matter, Polish) Catholic wakes have been loud, full of laughter, and very little bits of crying. Then at the funeral everybody cries loudly, then laughs loudly during the eulogy.

It's an interesting experience for someone raised Irish/Polish Catholic who has turned an unbeliever.
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