Laynie and Crosbie, I screwed up. In my head I imagined that this year would be different, that after two straight years of missing Easter services due to LC’s illness, we would do this year right, starting with Good Friday. We would spend the day together as a family, reading the crucifixion story, discussing the implications of Christ’s death, worshipping, maybe even doing crafts that would slowly but surely ignite a passion for the beauty and agony and life-altering truth… Read more »