It is Good Friday. In Mexico we call it Holy Friday, but good is good enough for me. In fact, for me it is Gooder Friday than for most folks. That’s because when I was 19 years old, on a Good Friday night, I spoke to Jesus and told Him:
I am not sure You want to live in my heart.
I am not sure You can live in my heart,
I only am sure that You do not live inn my heart.
But if it is true that You want, and true that You can, I invite You into my heart.
My life changed, changed big. So probably gooder isn’t good enough. It was the Best Friday.
We are doing delightfully well. Too much to do, but oh well, that has never stopped us before! Me, who does not really like speaking in churches in English in USA, had an amazing weekend doing just that, and feasting in the warm embrace of treasured friendships.
The evening I returned home, my friend Cuco lost his fight with Covid, winning his flight to Jesus’ presence. Cuco, at age 14, was one of the first teens to come to Christ soon after our arrival to Porvenir in June of 1981.
He leaves behind four young-adult hijos, ages 17 through 25. Those four also lost their mom, Diana (Veronica’s best friend), just over a year ago, a half-brother in an accident six months ago, their grandmother jsut a few weeks ago. Ouch.
Only their dad’s death was due to Covid, but Cuco’s parting weighs more heavily on me than partings usually do. I typically rejoice with those who gain heaven, no matter what the circumstance, but seeing these four young men and women feeling so stranded… it has been heavy.
Our thanks to you for loving Jesus, and manifesting it by caring about these here, and caring about us. I’ve said it before and I will say it again, we are privileged to be who we are and to do what we do in this important moment in history.
It’s good. It’s gooder. It’s Best!