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Good Friday was my halloween. Or rather it was worse. The way Jesus died was so haunting. From all the stories in Sunday school we all fell in love with Him, who wouldn't? Then they spoke of His murder. The carrying of His own cross. Nails. Blood. The agony of a slow death. Wow humanity. Wow. I'm all for calling it "Evil Friday," or "Devil Day." Clearly the wrong side one that one.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, September 24, 2020.
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Easter in our house meant we were home alone while Mom worked. She got time and half, sometimes double pay, on the holidays. I know you aren't supposed to eat the chocolate until the Sunday, but we ate it for four days straight. Mom got us chocolates, little eggs in foil wrappers, and we ate them in front of the telly until we felt sick.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, September 24, 2020.
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I still can't see Good Friday as good. It's been explained to me a bunch of times in a bunch of ways. All I see is Bad Friday. I see that a wonderful guy was murdered on a cross, a truly brutal way to die, all because he said we should love each other more. So, even if it meant I was somehow going to benefit, that it meant eternal life, I would say no thanks. I think that to benefit from the death of another is fundamentally wrong. I would rather take what was coming to me than put my own sins on the back of another, even if I had God's permission to. It's immoral. It's not love. And there is my problem with it all. I'd follow Jesus, follow his teachings, I'd suffer for Him. So, for whatever result that brings for my soul, I would die on this hill.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, September 24, 2020.
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Good Friday in our house was an extension of the holiday as a festival of chocolate. Aside from being Christened as a kid, we really weren't a church family. There were no dinner table prayers, bedtime prayers or reading of the holy book. We were one of those families that had eked along for generations with our parents focused on how to provide a roof and food. So we went the pagan-way whenever we got the chance. We feasted. We were merry. We enjoyed ourselves when we had the chance. When you grow up working class you celebrate whatever and whenever you can.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, September 24, 2020.
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Good Friday was the opening of the Easter holidays. It was a chance to start relaxing and looking forward to a few days with the family.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, September 24, 2020.