Several years ago, my parish asked me to play Mary, the mother of Jesus, at our Living Stations of the Cross. As usual, without thinking too much, I said yes. Then I had to think. What does Good Friday mean to me? As a child, we were told that when Jesus sacrificed himself for our sins, it opened up the gates of heaven so we may have eternal life. So as that child, I saw, on that very first Good Friday some two thousand years ago, the clouds splitting open, the sun shining, a

I never put the two together before. All Dorothy wanted was to go home. Leave the Wonderful World of Oz, all bright, shiny, and gold, and return to black and white Kansas. So many adventures she had! And the friends she picked up along the way—Scarecrow, Tin-Man, Cowardly Lion. And she wanted to swap all that glitter for grayscale. Really? In the end, we find she had it in herself all along. All she had to do was tap her red slippers and say the magic words, “There’s no place