Arguably the most important day on the Christian calendar is Good Friday followed closely by Easter Sunday. Sure, everyone thinks that Christmas is the biggie but really it couldn’t hold a candle to these two days – unless, of course, you’re in retail.

For me, it’s a sobering day as I reflect on my own mortality, life after death and all that jazz. It’s a celebratory day that’s mixed with remorse and heartfelt appreciation in some ways like saying good-bye to a loved one that’s been battling cancer. Sad for the loss. Grateful that they’re free from the pain.

I’m thankful for this day and the sacrifice that was made. And as I was reflecting this morning I came upon a great Psalm that summed it up;

Lord, remind me how brief my time on earth will be.
Remind me that my days are numbered –
how fleeting life is.
You have made my life no longer than the
width of my hand.
My entire lifetime is just a moment to you;
at best, each of us is but a breath.
We are merely moving shadows,
and all our busy rushing ends in nothing.
We heap up wealth,
not knowing who will spend it.
And so, Lord, where do I put my hope?
My only hope is in you.
Psalm 39: 4-6 NLT

Put’s it in perspective a little, doesn’t it?