Friday is usually a fast day; though many no longer remember, ‘meatless Friday’ or ‘Fish on Friday’ was once a near-universal observance among Roman Catholics and catholic-leaning high-church Anglicans. Good Friday, though, is a stricter fast, and can last through to the celebration of the Eucharist at the Easter Vigil. (St Helen’s doesn’t have a eucharistic Easter Vigil, so I’ll figure something else out.) Anyway, reflecting on my appetite brought to mind the impracticality of observing a severe fast on the busiest days of the liturgical calendar. But I digress….
Adequate two miles this morning (knees weren’t limber till well into the run), coffee, shower, dress, Morning Prayer, home to work on (a) Easter sermon (b) Stations of the Cross (c) where to locate the Stations indoors in case it rains tonight.
Shortly, I’m off to the church early to confirm or tweak the planned indoor path, make the arrangements for the Good Friday service, check the anticipated numbers for the Way of the Cross, lead Good Friday, go home to print materials for Stations, then back to church in time for the Way of the Cross at 8:00. Then home.