Good Friday



I have often wondered why the day commemorating the brutal death of a peace-loving, gentle Galilean should be called “Good Friday”. It is one of the great paradoxes of a religion that defines itself  by the axiom ‘love thy neighbour as thyself’. How loving is it to rejoice in this?

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