This year’s Good Friday was not an entirely pleasant experience. I lost a close relative whom I had known since childhood on that day. During the service, I received a text message on my cellphone which informed me about the sad news. The ’late’ person had a peaceful death after attending the Good Friday service.
After hearing this sad news, I like any normal person wasn’t interested in attending the church service any longer, on that day. I returned home sooner with my wife, and spent some time in silence.
Later in the day, I was talking with another relative of mine, when out of words of consolation, she reminded me that, Good Friday being a holy day, the person who died on that day was extremely lucky. Suddenly I recollected that the last time I heard of someone who died on a Good Friday, rose again on the third day! That made me feel good about the loss and I felt that death though is a permanent and life changing event, has a satire about its invincibility.
Tenny Thomas 