Good Friday Reflections

To commemorate Good Friday, we watched The Passion of the Christ. I hadn’t seen it since it came out in theaters. I remember watching it with my boyfriend at the time and feeling so overwhelmed by the graphic scenes of Jesus being tortured before being nailed to the cross.

At the time, I remember glancing over at my boyfriend—the first boy I loved so deeply—and my heart began to ache in a way I couldn't explain. As I watched Jesus endure such unimaginable pain on the screen, I couldn’t help but imagine what it would feel like if he was being hurt like that. Even the thought of anyone laying a hand on him, let alone inflicting that level of cruelty, made my chest tighten. It was as if my heart was physically breaking open right there in the movie theater. The love I felt for him made the pain in the film all the more unbearable—it personalized the suffering, made it real, made it human.

The thing is, I wasn’t alone—in the hush of the theater, I could hear other women quietly weeping too, their soft whimpers and trembling breaths echoing my own.

I cried then—and it took everything in me to hold back the tears while watching with my family now. I didn’t want to cry in front of them - they already think I’m “too sensitive.”

But one thing I still can’t wrap my head around is the way those men tortured Jesus with such glee. And how no one—not one person—stepped in to defend him, even if they believed he was the Son of God. Then I thought of our world today.

How often do we notice injustice and still turn a blind eye?

How often do we witness cruelty, and just keep scrolling?

I grew up learning this story of Jesus year after year. I used to believe it was meant to remind us that he sacrificed himself so that we could live more like him. That we could open the gates of Heaven here on Earth by following his lead. But somewhere along the way, I noticed a shift—this idea that all we need to do is be grateful. That his sacrifice gives us a free pass, as long as we “believe.”

I remember one Good Friday when I was living in downtown Toronto. I was biking around the city and stumbled upon a church procession. I noticed a group of women, all dressed up with designer shoes and handbags, clutching their purses as they passed the homeless on the street. And I couldn’t help but feel like something was missing.

The compassion.

The humility.

The very spirit of what this day is supposed to honor.

So what does it really mean to follow in Jesus’ footsteps?

It means choosing compassion even when it's inconvenient.

It means speaking up for truth when it’s easier to stay silent.

It means seeing the divine in those we’ve been taught to overlook.

And perhaps most of all, it means doing the inner work to heal the parts of ourselves that betray our highest selves—day by day, moment by moment.

Jesus didn’t just die for us to be grateful.

He lived to show us what’s possible.

Maybe he and Mary Magdalene were meant to be more than just figures of worship—maybe they were the blueprint for what we’re all here to become. Jesus, being the world's ultimate healer and builder, and Mary Magdalene being the world's ultimate lover and nurturer.

I’ll save that reflection for Easter, when we celebrate the resurrection of Christ Consciousness—and what it means to bring that light back into our own lives.

As we sit with the weight of Good Friday, may we not only remember the pain of sacrifice, but also the invitation it holds. An invitation to rise above fear. To look within. To ask ourselves where we are still betraying our truth. And to return—again and again—to love.

Because maybe the most sacred offering we can make… is the life we choose to live, day by day, in alignment with our soul.

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Before we close, I invite you to take a few moments to reflect with compassion and curiosity:

🕊️ What cross are you bearing in your life right now?

This could be the invisible weight you carry each day—providing for your family, holding space for others, maintaining an image or identity that may no longer feel aligned, or the pressure to lead when your heart is still healing.

🌱 Where in your life are you being called to stand up for others—or for yourself?

Not from a place of conflict, but from a place of love. Where are you being invited to be a voice for the voiceless, or to create safety for someone who has none?

🔥 Why are you carrying this cross?

Who or what are you doing it for? And is it still serving your soul’s growth… or is it time to lay it down, or carry it differently?

🌺 Where does your heart want to rise again?

What part of you is ready for resurrection?

Let these questions guide you into a deeper connection with your truth today. Be tender with what comes up. There is no right or wrong—just a sacred conversation between you and your higher self.

Much love to you and your loved ones this holiday weekend 💞🐰🐣