It is tradition to generate a crucifix at the Good Friday celebration. Tonight at church, they had 1 large cross for the congregation to touch, kiss, or respect in some way as we remembered that Jesus Christ died on that cross for us. It took a long time. As I was praying before and after my turn, I thought about what it would have been like to be at the foot of the real cross in real time when Jesus was crucified. I pictured him hanging high above me and not knowing if I would even be able to look up into his face. I would be sad, guilty, humbled, and not wanting to see his suffering. I remembered a show that I watched about the church that held relics of the “True Cross” that actually held the body of Jesus. I thought about how amazing it would be to be in the presence of such a thing. Then, at the end of the celebration, the priest brought out a relic of the True Cross. I was amazed. As I stood in line to venerate it, I saw people touching rosaries and scapulars to it. I took off my necklace of many religious medals and got the rosary out of my purse. When I knelt at the foot of the True Cross, and looked at the encased relic, it was so tiny I could barely see it. I thought that must be how big my cross is compared to what Jesus had to bear. I touched my things to the relic and prayed for everyone in my life – everyone. I was grateful for the beautiful, holy experience. As a bonus, when I walked out of church and looked up at the sky, there was Orion. I felt my dad giving me a little nod.
I Found God today in a holy night.