late thoughts on the last friday of lent

I pathetically fell asleep while writing this post last night. Yep, that's right. Fell asleep, laptop on my lap, and woke up at 2:00 a.m. Rats. Oh well. There's a ton of pollen in the air, and it's not making the allergies happy... which then makes me tired... which then results in me falling asleep while writing a blog post. And that's my story, and I'm sticking to it!

Anyway...

Last night, I was going to write about the last Friday in Lent. Big surprise, eh? My husband and I went to Stations of the Cross last night, and I found myself considering this. The last Friday in Lent, thus the last Friday night of Stations for this Lent. Next Friday is Good Friday.

I can't claim to have ever really liked attending Stations of the Cross. Maybe I'm weird? I don't know how many people out there enjoy going to Stations, or don't. This year, I've developed a new appreciation for them, perhaps because the parish I've been attending them at uses a version I'd never seen before. It's made me think a little bit more about "translating" the Stations of the Cross into my own life. In the version, one of the prayers is read as if Christ is speaking to the people, I'll leave you with part of it - I think it's worth reflecting on. He says (not exact quote, I'm working from memory here), speaking of the fourteen step journey we make in the Stations of the Cross, "The fourteen steps you are about to take, you do not take alone... My way of the cross two thousand years ago, and your way now, are one... My life was not complete until I crowned it by my death. Your fourteen steps will only be complete when you have crowned them by your life."