A reflection for Good Friday 2023 (source unknown)
Many years ago, a young man went on a journey, which kept him from home for a number of years. When he returned, his father questioned him about his travels.
“To be honest, Dad,” the young man replied, “It was a bit rough. Yes there were some good times—in fact there were some great times—but over all it was pretty tough.”
“Tell me about it” said his father.
“Well, there was a night when I thought that my heart would break completely, and that I would die of sheer grief. Then there was the beating: I wouldn’t have believed that the human body was capable of so much pain.”
His father interrupted. “What was the worst part?” he asked.
The son was silent for a few minutes. Then he answered. “It wasn’t the blows, or the thorns, or even the nails, and as for the spear, I never felt that at all. No, the worst thing of all—was the kiss.”
