It is a dark day. It is a day when some Christian communities have their altars stripped bare. Some others cover the altars with dark cloth. (Of course, some other Christian communities simply do nothing and just enjoy a good day off, but that's besides the point.)

There's nothing very good about Good Friday, if we come to think about it. It's a day of darkness, mourning, and grief... and extreme guilt. Liturgies that are well-done properly place us in the position of those who betrayed Jesus, abandoned Him, and even demanded his assassination. It stings. It hurts.

But also, as I commemorate this day, one sentence that shines through this darkness and which keeps reverberating in my heart throughout the day is this:

SEE, I MAKE ALL THINGS NEW.