Good Friday is a bit of a weird phrase. It doesn’t feel like the right phrase to describe the day that we remember the unjust execution of a man of peace. It doesn’t feel like the right thing to describe the death of a savior. But it is what we have.
The labyrinth today is another one that isn’t quite so clear. Like the one in Kentucky, it likely is clearer when the grass is green and growing, but it is what we have.
The other thing is that this is another unusually shaped labyrinth compared to the others we have been praying.
So the whole thing feels a bit…unsettled. Just like Good Friday.