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Good Friday Didn’t Go My Way, and That’s Kind of Fitting
If service is an act of worship, serving even “the least of these” is a way of serving God.
The Friday before Easter, traditionally commemorated by Christians as the day Jesus was crucified — Good Friday in some churches, Holy Friday in others — didn’t go the way I wanted it to this year.
I couldn’t go to my church’s Maundy Thursday (day of the Last Supper) service because it took place at my son’s bedtime, and my husband doesn’t get home from work in time to help put our rambunctious boy to sleep. There were two Good Friday services, one at noon and one at night (still out of reach for me), and after some pondering, I decided to go to the noon service and volunteer in the nursery. I wouldn’t get to actually be in the sanctuary, but I could spend time with my son while helping take care of other people’s little ones, and after completing all the paperwork required to legally be entrusted with kids in a nonprofit setting, I was eager to get started helping out in the nursery.
Sure, I wouldn’t be in the worship service. But service to others is in and of itself an act of worship. Doing what I could to give back — after all, my son plays in this same nursery every Sunday so I can attend services — seemed like a good way to spend the day of…
