Stay
Good Friday and the moment we are tempted to move past too quickly
We know how this story ends.
We know what comes next. We know that Sunday is coming, that this silence will not last, that what looks like an ending will not remain one.
We arrive at Good Friday already holding what comes after it.
But something is lost when we do that. Because Good Friday does not feel like resolution.
It does not even feel like something that makes sense.
It feels like an ending.
The kind that is confusing and unresolved. The kind that does not offer an explanation in the moment itself.
And yet, this is where the story asks us to stay.




