three hours of darkness

"And when the sixth was come, there was darkness* over the whole land until the  ninth hour..."

                                                                                                 Mark 15:33

*obscurity, literal darkness

Today, the day the Church calls Good Friday, the sun hides between clouds for the most part, a silvery shady sense of questioning is in the sky. I am trying to imagine what it would be like to be enveloped in darkness as the Scripture states- obscure, black, no shadows, groping in the dark- perhaps lighting an oil lamp, hands trembling.

 Once more  my moments prioritize being a Martha with a Mary's heart...my role is etched on this day.


Whoever is present at my house on Good Friday at 3:00 p.m. will be served tea and hot cross buns. We gather, we remember, we read the Word, and we pray.