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Good Friday 2020 Thoughts

Typically, Good Friday is for me a day of languishing. It’s a day where the whole ceaseless striving pain of the universe criss-crosses through the worn flesh of a human person bleeding in our memories. Christ’s passion, compassion. It is an inglorious liberation, the orthodoxy finally releasing the mystic into union with God, as Joseph Campbell would put it. The moth leaps into the candle flame. “My Father and I are one.” This year it is not.