One of the most solemn days of the year. Good Friday. The day that we mark Christ's crucifixion. When I was a young boy, the local YMCA sponsored a Father/Son Good Friday Breakfast each year at a church up the street from my house. My dad usually went to them and asked me every year if I wanted to go. For a while I declined saying that it was a day off school and I wanted to sleep in. Getting up to be at a breakfast at 7:00 a.m. wasn't for me.
One year I decided to go with my dad. My reason probably wasn't the best- I should have gone because I wanted to share an experience with my dad but I went because I had a friend in school that always went to the event and I figured if he could get up and go, so could I. After that year, I began going regularly. But my reason did change for the good- I wanted to go so that I could spend some time with my dad. One particular Good Friday the breakfast portion of the program was not held because the church had a flood in the basement. That year, my dad gave the program. He did a monologue as if he were Peter. He had done it at my home church before and he gave an outstanding performance.
I came to look forward to those Good Friday breakfasts. Now, I wish I hadn't been as stubborn when I was younger and had gotten out of bed to attend. Spending time with my dad on Good Friday was a great way to mark the wonderful gift that God gave to us that day- sending His Son to die for us at Calvary. --Chad Hershberger, Camp Mount Luther Director