Bob Hyatt reminded me this morning that:

Good Friday ruined the first disciples’ weekend. Maybe we should allow it to ruin ours, as well. For them it felt like the end of the world. Maybe we could pretend, even for a day, that’s it’s the end of ours, too—that while what Jesus went through on our behalf is something to be celebrated, it’s also something to be mourned, to be anguished about, to grieve.

Bob exhorts us to allow “the grief to seep deep down into your bones, into your bowels. Meditate on the wounds, the suffering, and the deep, deep love of Christ.

This Friday brings communion into a whole new perspective. As often as we “celebrate” the Lord’s Supper, do we really reflect on and remember Jesus’ suffering? Or has it become for us another ritual? In this act of remembrance are you ruined?

This Friday we will be closing Java Joe’s and although it was not an original idea of mine [see video below], I am going to set up a table on Lebanon’s town square and offer communion to passer by’s. Maybe, their weekend will be ruined, in a “good” way as well.

And as Bob concludes, “as the sun rises on Sunday, [maybe they] will finally know what Easter is all about.”