Why this Friday is Good for me.
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