Good Friday: Dark
The Rev. Jeremiah Williamson Good Friday 3-30-18 Good Friday: Dark I’ve only been buried alive once. Now, the guide called it spelunking, but I know better. The first thing you notice down there is the darkness. I had never before, and have never since, experienced that kind of darkness. It was so thick I could feel the weight of it on my skin. I felt like the air down there must be turning my lungs black. It was as if the outside world no longer existed, like before God spoke “Let there be light.” Under the earth, in that abyss, there was a complete absence of light. It was so dark you almost forget what light is. Something else that I remember from the caves was the moment it occurred to me that this was all very real. It was not an amusement park. There were no neatly marked paths or guiding lights, no exit doors for the faint of heart. It was just me and my head lamp in a vast unmarked, unmapped ...