Good Friday for me brings back childhood memories. Growing up in Westmoreland, Jamaica, as children each Good Friday each of us would break an egg, and drain the egg white in a glass container with water and place it in the sun until midday. The aim was to find out our destiny. So the thought was that if the egg white forms a ship you know you are going to travel! You could also see a ring… But Christ! the worst fear of your destiny was if the egg white formed a coffin you know what. And there may be other objects that could form from the egg white, but as children all we wanted to see was a ship because we all wanted to travel in the future. Take a cruise maybe… But did any of the possible outcome stated here ever happened? Perhaps not. The shape formed from the egg white is usually undetermined. But because our wish was to travel all we perceived or “saw” was a ship.
Other childhood memories involved my grandfather who was of the Seventh Day Adventist faith; therefore he did not celebrate Good Friday and Easter. On this particular Good Friday, as a farmer he went on his regular work in the field. Something unfortunate happened… He chopped off his left index finger, held on only by the skin. As other members of the family we felt that it happened because he should not be working on Good Friday because it was a sacred day – the holiest day on the Christian calendar.
Good Friday is a day of worship for us as Baptists. It is a solemn day as we remember what Christ did for us on the cross at Calvary. But as a child, being a Baptist I do not remember going to a Baptist church on Good Friday as it was a good distance away. We would go to the Anglican Church which was closer to home at the time. Another reason was that my grandmother preferred to attend the Church of England (as she would call it, instead of saying Anglican) because she liked their Good Friday service.
And then, we would be sure to sing… On a hill far away stood an old rugged cross, The emblem of suff’ring and shame; And I love that old cross where the Dearest and Best For a world of lost sinners was slain. So I’ll cherish the old rugged cross, Till my trophies at last I lay down; I will cling to the old rugged cross, And exchange it someday for a crown…
Interesting inspirations as this one, and more from daily devotional – Devotions on the ROCK. The first edition available at: https://www.amazon.com/dp/1978141696 in print and kindle.