We should be thankful for things every day in our life. [I’m about to get all religious on you for a moment, so if that’s not your bag, take a left turn and smile.] But on this Good Friday, I’m thankful for a number of things.

  • I’m thankful that my folks are still around, even if I don’t seem them nearly as often as I’d like.
  • I’m thankful for my goofball brother, and I’m thankful that he’s found the woman he feels he wants to spend the rest of his life with. I’m also glad, as he is, that Cindy and I hit it off at our first meeting, even if said meeting was in sad times.
  • I’m thankful that I have both my grandmothers left, even if one of them is in a nursing home right now.
  • I’m thankful that I had my grandfathers for any length of time. Both of them were good, Godly men. Did they sometimes have rough edges? Sure. Did we lose both of them earlier than we’d ever have wanted? Sure. But I’m thankful to know them. Some folks don’t get to know their parents’ parents [or simply their own parents].
  • I’m thankful for the job that I have, even if it frustrates the hell out of me sometime. I’m thankful that there’s a reason for the struggles that I have in it–the space program really does mean something to this country, even if we don’t talk about it!
  • I’m thankful for a great network of goofy Internet friends who help me find good music and otherwise bring me cheer.
  • I’m thankful for a great network of solid local friends who love me and care about me, even if I sometimes take them for granted. I’m thankful that they are even stronger when I need them, even if it’s out of the blue.
  • I’m thankful for all the foofy things we should be thankful about.
  • I’m thankful most of all for a God who saw fit to create a world, for sending a Son to save it, for faith to believe, and for all that entails.

Despite the fact that my Catholic friends co-opted a pagan holiday to celebrate the death and resurrection of Jesus Christ, it seems fitting to celebrate that great sacrifice. It’s somewhat sad to celebrate once a year what was done once in a world’s time but which reverberates all throughout that time, but that’s the way we are–we need the regularity to bring us to that point. We don’t seem to handle much of anything outside of a season–sports, religion, taxes, etc. We have to have regular reminders.

As far as I’m concerned, my own broken life is all the reminder I need, but I’m embroiled in it, wallowing in it, mired in it. Sometimes I need the external reminder.

That really does make this a Good Friday.