When Friday Comes Before Sunday
Good Friday felt especially heavy for me this year. All of Holy Week has felt different, but Friday struck a particularly difficult, but appreciative cord. Good Friday has always meant a lot to me, even before I participated in a worship culture that focused on the entirety of Holy Week. I have a hard time looking past the death to the resurrection sometimes. I l ove Sunday, I am so grateful for Sunday but I've never been able to fully look past Friday. Just when I struggled to identify why this year felt heavier than most, I found Jen Hatmaker's personal reflections , and in them, a piece of understanding. And a peace of understanding for that matter. While I have not felt the public backlash that she has endured this last year, I similarly feel like an outsider of the Machine. I haven't written much about my dissent with the American Church because I know it is unaccepting and even more so unwilling to listen or engage. Even now I struggle to pu...