Stuck in a Furrow

Sometimes I miss the strangest things....like 4 am text messages or Kraft dinner out of a hotpot. Today, I missed hearing the alto echo on 'The Old Rugged Cross'. One of the reason that I love RockPointe is that we sing hymns and we sing them the way they were written. No spicing up the melody or altering the words so that they are easier to understand. Sometimes they have a celtic flair but generally, you can shut your eyes and sing your heart out. I love that.

I went to church this morning for a Good Friday service. It has been a long time since I've gone to one that I wasn't forced to go to. It was a great service. Nothing flashy. Simple and contemplative. I went to a service once at my parent's Lutheran church. It was a dark service that was totally focused on the crucifixion. No mention of the hope to come or the excitment that would be on Easter morning. No reason to celebrate. I thought that that was an interesting take. It left you feeling sad and a little depressed and a little gross. Christ's disciples didn't know what was coming in 3 days either. They probably felt quite sad and depressed and gross. It is so easy to get caught up in Easter...the holiday, the chocolate, the bunnies (and I love bunnies) and forget that without the dark Friday, there is no happy Easter.