I just finished watching the movie One Day, and it somehow led me into writing this, because the movie's theme of people defined and coming to terms with the nature of love and life itself as being ushered by a fateful day seems fitting for this occasion.
Some 2000 years ago everything came to a halt. All frozen: heaven and hell; past, present and future; life and death itself--bound together in a dreadful hill to witness the outstretched arms of one who gave up the ghost and died the tragic death of a martyr for a noble cause.
There in that hill time froze and all came into pieces. It might be said that it was serendipity unrealized. A divine question mark in humanity’s history of tragic comedy.
Some 2000 years ago the ball dropped and death claimed the life of the Divine. Hearts broke, hopes shattered and the faithful flea for their lives in fear.
Still unknown at the time that this routine execution of one who stood and invoked a radical consciousness amidst the shadow of the Empire and auspices of the religious establishment would somehow turn the world upside-down and inside-out.
Meanwhile, "in the streets the children screamed the lovers cried, and the poets dreamed and not a word was spoken"
The liturgical calendar calls this day Good Friday and it was called "good" for a very good reason.
Crux probat omnia