Later in the day, I spent some time on a little afghan I'm crocheting for one of my "nephew's" friends who just had a baby boy.
But I feel a little embarrassed because, other than routine everyday tasks, I didn't do much else. I did turn my thoughts to what Good Friday means, now and then. I know in my heart that even though I love God and his beloved son, I would have made a very poor Christian back in those special days. Like Peter, I probably would have done everything I could to pretend I did not know the man called Jesus, rather than risk the wrath of the violent soldiers and possibly even the crowd.
I am always in awe of a God who still helps me even though I do not ever have an entire day without doing something against God's commandments.
Some of my friends do not consider telling a lie, even a "white lie" to avoid hurting someone's feelings, a sin. Neither do they consider gossip or gluttony or taking God's name in vain, as sins. We have become so much a part of our world that we find it easy to kid ourselves about the spiritual part of our lives.
I am very much aware that in the end, when the Lord calls me to him, I will have to answer for all these things, and more. I can kid myself, and friends and neighbors about my intentions, but I cannot hide from God himself - he knows me better than I even know myself.
Father, forgive me for the pain I caused your son, and even though I do not deserve it, please continue to bless me with your grace and help me to follow your commandments and stay on the path to Heaven.