We call it "good," but that term never quite captures the spirit of the day. I can think of plenty of other names for it:
But somehow the Church decided that this is Good Friday. On this day, I always feel like I should have done more to prepare for Easter. The occasion leaves me feeling like I have not done enough.
Clearly I am missing the point. Good Friday is the day when Jesus did it all. I will never do enough. Of course I am unworthy, sinful, needy, lacking.
For me, for us, Jesus willingly died on the cross and paid for our sin.
My responsibility is not to prove myself worthy of his sacrifice, but to receive the gift of his sacrifice.
I feel as though I need it now more than ever.