Welcome to this time of worship for Good Friday, called Good, for the goodness of love that silently conquers fear and hate, even at the ultimate price of life itself.
Let’s take ourselves back in time, two and a half millennia to the eastern coastline of the Mediterranean, a crucial corridor between the Fertile Crescent and the Nile Delta and its access to the continent of Africa.
This morning’s sermon is brought to you, courtesy of a persistent question
asked by those in your CPU Midrash group, who help me figure out how these ancient texts may “land” with you all.