The joy of my life is to be— as a friend once named it— confetti for Jesus.

Bright. Scattered. Alive with celebration. But tonight… Good Friday asks something different of me. It asks me to gather the pieces, to still the color, to quiet the joy. Because this night is not like the others.

This is not a night for noise or lightness.

Tonight, the world slows. The sky darkens. And we remember.

We stand at the foot of the cross— not rushing past it, not softening it, not looking away.

Because if we want to truly know the brilliance of Easter morning, the bursting, radiant joy of resurrection— then we must first sit here…

in the weight, in the silence, in the sorrow of Good Friday.

Passage: John 19:16-30 CEB