Came down the stairs several times during the night to give my body a chance to recover from inactivity. Feet turn an ugly red, blotches appear on the skin, pain (arthritic) dances throughout my feet and legs. Why mention this? On several of the trips downstairs I found a plastic bag sitting on the counter. Covered with a layer of frost making the identification of what manner of meat indiscernible. Throughout the night more visits revealed more of the meat. Finally my feet turn cold and, white with some dark spots in the flesh. What was the meat thawing off to the side? Well that happens to be Salmon sections. What I find interesting is that the salmon frost and colour turned out to be a match to my own feet.
I should have guessed that it was fish. After all, it is Good Friday… not for the fish though… and we are to remember the Lord’s sacrifice on the cross for us. What this has to do with fish has always escaped me. It’s a Catholic thing. I once knew the answer but lost it through the different incarnations of faith in my journey to find God.
So later in the day I worked on the fish and my feet and in the end they looked like a perfect match for each other. I love what the Lord did for us on the special day two thousand years ago. That the Spirit of God raised him up three days and three nights later is always memorable. I would rather have celebrated eating a Seder meal with all its symbolism, instead fish and fries. Doesn’t quite get to me the same way… until in the quiet of the night… the Lord visits with me… and we sup the spiritual meal. Thank God for the day, however you experienced it… for it was your worship. God bless the Sunday morning service and a chance to renew the Good News story once again.