Rob's Blog

A good good Friday
Apr 4th 2010 08:04

Good Friday was great this year.

We woke up with egg sandwiches (home baked bread and eggs from our chickens), we dug and planted Amy's flower garden, and made some good progress with the new vegetable patch (now I've started digging the turf under it's looking rather big!).

Amy lost a milk tooth in the morning, and cracked one of the greatest jokes I've ever heard from a six-year old. Pointing to the gap in her teeth she said: "Mum, Rob, can we go and see [Reverend] Thomas? I want him to see how hole-y I am!".

The sun was shining and there wasn't a cloud in the sky. So we downed tools and without a care in the world trekked up to the top of the hill that overlooks our village where a small service was being held at the base of three full-size crucifixes. Half way up that hill it started raining. Then the ice cold wind kicked in, and I felt rather foolish for standing on top of a hill in a t-shirt whilst everybody else (apparently far more conscious of how exposed the hill was) appeared to be equipped for climbing Everest.

Despite the blistering cold there was something powerfully beautiful about it. I've genuinely never experienced non-food-related brainfreeze before, but I've also never sung "He's got the whole world in His hands" with quite so much feeling either. God is good.

We can see the crosses on the hill from our kitchen window and they'll still be there until ascension day. Every morning they're a beautiful reminder of what Jesus did for us. For me they're also a constant reminder that we live in a country of religious freedom; not just because we can plant crosses in a hill, but because nobody gets nailed to them anymore.

Happy days!