I didn’t preach this year for Good Friday, so here is a reprise from last year.
Good Friday. My best friend died today. And I killed him. I didn’t mean to, but I did. I had other friends and other activities, things I knew he wouldn’t be proud of. Then I discovered a lot of people who felt the same way. We wanted him gone. Finally he was out of my life for good. But as he hung on that cross, dying, I realized that he was the only real friend I’d ever had. And he was dead. My very best friend died today. And I killed him. (2 Apr 2010)
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