This view 😍.
This Good Friday I remembered the death of Jesus by going to the Miami Open tennis tournament. For the past four years I’ve gotten my dad and I tickets for Christmas. It’s about the only thing my dad and I do every year that’s just us.
My dad is a weird guy. He’s quiet and a bit ornery and stubborn. He’s grumpy. He likes music and he likes tennis. He’s very particular about things. Basically he’s the older male version of me.
Perhaps that’s why we fight so much.
I’ve always thought that I was more like my mom. She’s feisty and fiery and fun. She loves and hates hard.
I’m made in the image of my parents.
It feels strange not being in a church today. Not being in mourning. But it makes sense too. This Lenten season has been unexpectedly and almost unfairly good for me. It’s been hard, there’s been a lot of heart work, but this has been an overwhelmingly good season. I don’t feel like I say that often.
This season has provided opportunities for me to reflect upon and celebrate blackness and woman-ness and Jesus. I struggled a bit before going to Haiti and then I had an incredible trip. And now I’m here with my dad watching our favorite sport. Doing the only thing we can do without getting into a petty argument.
This all feels sacred. This whole season, the timing of it, feels especially preordained this year. For me.
So if I’m mourning anything today, it’s that this sacred moment is coming to a close. The space that we make for the Divine during this season is shrinking. Or it’s all filled up.
There’s a temptation to want to replicate the magic of this season year round, but I think that goes against the nature of seasons. Seasons last for a time and then they’re over. And the next season brings with it something new and unique. I’m trying to look forward to that and not just look back at all that God has done through these last almost 40 days.
I was listening to an interview with poet and magician Nikki Giovanni the other day and she said that something has to die in order for something new to be born. Jesus died to establish a new covenant, a new way to be human. I wonder what has died in me during this season, and what new thing will be born as a result of that. And I wonder if I will have the courage to allow that birth to happen.
I hope I do. I guess we’ll soon find out.