This afternoon, I took the dog for a walk, and said a Rosary.
Then I went over to the Church after the Good Friday service for private prayers.
I feel the need for alone time on Good Friday, so I tend to avoid the parish's service. I don't want to play music or sing in the choir on this day either. Nothing against the parishioners or the choir members - there are many good and holy people at St. Theodore's - but on Good Friday my prayers with the prolifers in the morning fulfills my community needs for the day.
I started the Divine Mercy Novena, including a chaplet, in an empty church with a bare cross and just two candles providing light.
I felt sadness - at my own sinfulness, and as I thought of what Jesus suffered. But I also felt peace at heart. A strange mixture.
Thank you, Lord.