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Good Friday, indeed (And why I didn’t rub dirt on my face and lament)

In Australia Good Friday is observed as a public holiday.

Now I could just have a hazy memory, but I don’t think Good Friday is included among our “holidays” in America. (If I’m wrong, please forgive me. It’s been 12 years.)

Ryan and I don’t have EAster Monday off  (some do, but not our workplace), but we do have Good Friday off along with the rest of Australia. So as the day approached I thought a lot about how we should spend our time.

Since we’ve been so crazy busy lately it was kind of a given that we needed some down tiem as a family. But we needed to do something “spiritual” too, right?

Maybe watch The Passion (after the kids are in bed)? or go to a church service? or–I don’t know–rub dirt on our faces and tear our clothes?

But instead we went to the beach.

We ate a picnic lunch.

We played in the water.

We lounged under palm trees.

We ate fudgesicles.

We loaded sandy little feet and wind blown hair and rosy-shouldered bodies into the car.

And as we were driving home from the beach I thought to myself, what a perfect GOod Friday.

I do’t want to mourn on Good Friday. I don’t want to lament.

Yes, there’s been pain. There’s been suffering. There’s been incredible injustice.

I understand all of that. (As much as my finite mind can at least.)

But I also understnad htat the reason for all of that is to give us a good day. A very good day.

A day so good that we can’t help but give thanks to the One who has sacrificed and poured out his everything so that we might have incredible, amazing, aweosme days like today.

You know, really, really spiritual days.

If it weren’t for his suffereing, there is no way I’d have ever met my husband or have the two gorgeous boys that I have now.

And so what better way to recall his suffering than to enjoy (part of) the very reason he paid the price?

Thank you Holy God, for a Good Friday, indeed.

STOP.

Q for you: Do you observe Good Friday? How?

Love,
A

p.s. I absolutely think there is a time and a space for meditating on the dark hour of the cross and all that it entails. If that’s how you choose to observe Good Friday, then I think that’s wonderful. Today just wasn’t that day for us. And that’s okay too.

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Oi oi oi

australia day with my boys

 

Today we celebrate Australia – the land of budgee smugglers, beer, kangaroos, koalas, surfers, and crocodile.s

Obviously there’s so much more than that to Australia, but I do love the simplicity of some of the stereotypes. Or icons. (I thnk icon is a better word here actually.)

Some of the things I love about this land’s people:

They tend to be unpretentious.

They are sports fanatics. (Not that I can relate to this one, but I do love the fanfare and camaraderie that comes with it.)

They love to be outside.

They work hard.

The relax well.

They call strangers “mate”.

Tehy take breaks adn have chats adn call them “cuppas”.

They are good at hospitality.

They gravitate to beaches adn parks for every single public holiday.

They use funny words like “smoko” or “servo” or anything shortened with an “o” on the end.

They call children things like “love” and “darling” and “possum” and “sausage”.

They have weird sayings and chants like “Aussie, Aussie, Aussie, oi, oi, oi!”

They make men like my husband. (Score! Big time!)

I’m grateful to be in this nation, celebrating our good life in this great land.

“Australians all let us rejoice, for we are young and free!”

Happy Australia Day!

STOP.

 

Q for you: If you’ve not yet been to Australia, what comes to mind when you think of the Land Down Under?

 

Love,
A

 

Click Clink Five is a blog by Adriel Booker. | Five minutes a day, unedited. | 2012 All rights reserved. | Adriel also writes on parenting and motherhood at The Mommyhood Memos.

 

 

 


I thought I had hit the jackpot

With much reluctance I drove to the grocery store.

It had been a long day. Kids had been crazy. I was in no mood to be running errands. And yet I was glad to be doing them alone. I had left as soon as Ryan got home from work so I could pick up some things for dinner and milk for the next morning.

Did I mention that I hit every. single. red. light. on my way there? (Okey, there are only three lights between my house and the mall, but still.) *sigh*

I had exactly 50 minutes before I needed to be home. 50 minutes before I needed to get back and feed Judah and put him to bed before meltown happened.

The race against time was ON.

Imagine my delight when I pulled into the parking lot only to find there were very few cars! Now triple that delight as you picture me pulling into a front row spot!!

Feeling rather pleased with my luck (I really needed to catch a break that day!) I went up the people mover and landed in front of Woolworths…

Only to find their doors closing.

CLOSING THEIR DOORS AT 5:30PM.

Trying not to fly into a fit of rage I decided there was only one rational thing I could do: go and grovel on my knees and beg and plead for them to let me in.

Ok, i didn’t actually beg or grovel (and I managed to stay upright) but I did go and plead for them to let me in for “just one thing”.

Afterall, I really needed millk for my babies, er, my toddler.

I raced through the store and got the milk I needed.

Driving home I wondered if they had changed their hours and marvelled (angrily) at how in teh world a shop could close that early. How do normal people do their shopping if they have to go before 5:30pm?? (Or sane people that don’t want to take all of tehir children with them?)

It wasn’t until the next that that I realized it had been New Years Day adn that’s why they closed early.

That, my friends, is one of the downsides of my line of work – we don’t really take/have public holidays. (But for the record there are many, many upsides!) To me it had been a regular day – just another Monday where I was rushing to get stuff done in the few minutes I could squeak out.

And now we’re on Thursday and I still haven’t made it to the grocery store. Who knows what my family’s been eating since then, but we did have milk.

I’m out of milk again.

STOP.

Q for you: Do you feel like you’ve hit the jackpot when you find a good parking space?

Love,
A

 

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p.s.s. I came back and added the p.s. later. It totally doesn’t count in my five minutes. So there.