#good-friday — Public Fediverse posts
Live and recent posts from across the Fediverse tagged #good-friday, aggregated by home.social.
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My next messages here will bring you #GoodNews: today was a very good day for justice in the United States concerning these issues: Trump's #SlushFund, #TheKennedyCenter, and arresting a violent suspect who works for ICE. For many people, including me, today is #GoodFriday.
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My next messages here will bring you #GoodNews: today was a very good day for justice in the United States concerning these issues: Trump's #SlushFund, #TheKennedyCenter, and arresting a violent suspect who works for ICE. For many people, including me, today is #GoodFriday.
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The EU is one of the greatest peace projects of all time! #GoodFriday #RejoinEU #Ireland
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Maundy Thursday Shadow Sketches
As part of a Service of Shadows for Maundy Thursday April 2, 2026, these sketches were drawn as each “shadow” of Christ’s final hours were read. I had a general idea before hand but for the most part each came together more or less spontaneously during the reading. I used a large flip chart in front of the congregation. As each candle was blown out, I flipped to a new page and once the reading began, started a new sketch. We then created a kind of gallery of the finished shadow sketches in the church.
View all of the “shadow sketches” at https://www.deviantart.com/peacegroover/gallery/100765113/service-of-shadows-maundy-thursday-2026
#churchArt #EasterSeason #FaithAndArt #GoodFriday #holyWeek #Lent #LiturgicalArt #maundyThursday #reflectiveArt #sacredArt #ServiceOfShadows #spiritualSketches #Tenebrae #worshipArt -
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Faith, hope, and the quiet grace of Good Friday. 🕯️ #GoodFriday #Epitaphios #HolyWeek #Faith #EasterInGreece #Mastodon -
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Faith, hope, and the quiet grace of Good Friday. 🕯️ #GoodFriday #Epitaphios #HolyWeek #Faith #EasterInGreece #Mastodon -
‘Parang nag-narrate’: Prayer recording during Holy Week procession sparks buzz
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‘Parang nag-narrate’: Prayer recording during Holy Week procession sparks buzz
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‘Justice served’: Today show reporter Taylor Haynes reveals divisive crab revenge after being hospitalised
A Today show reporter has revealed that “justice is being served” after she was taken to hospital for…
#NewsBeep #News #TV #AU #Australia #Bite #Crab #easter #Entertainment #goodfriday #Hospital #revenge #RoyalEasterShow #sydneyfishmarket #TaylorHaynes #Todayshow
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Kinglake Ranges raises $10,825 for the RCH Good Friday Appeal
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The difference in the sanctuary from Maundy Thursday, through Good Friday to Easter Sunday was very striking...
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The difference in the sanctuary from Maundy Thursday, through Good Friday to Easter Sunday was very striking...
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Vendredi, j'ai marché dans une foule des fidèles dans les rues de #Montréal, entre Notre-Dame-de-Bonsecours, la Basilique Notre-Dame, St Patrick's, et la cathédrale Marie-Reine-du-Monde.
(Nous avions un permis pour l'empêchement de la circulation véhiculaire.)
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Vendredi, j'ai marché dans une foule des fidèles dans les rues de #Montréal, entre Notre-Dame-de-Bonsecours, la Basilique Notre-Dame, St Patrick's, et la cathédrale Marie-Reine-du-Monde.
(Nous avions un permis pour l'empêchement de la circulation véhiculaire.)
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CW: Religion, Easter, Humor
When I was a kid (like even in my 10s) all stores except gas stations were still closed on Good Friday (so 40 years ago). All the way until the 70s there was only the 10 Commandments and Ben Hur on TV then religious music and news, according to my mom.
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CW: Religion, Easter, Humor
When I was a kid (like even in my 10s) all stores except gas stations were still closed on Good Friday (so 40 years ago). All the way until the 70s there was only the 10 Commandments and Ben Hur on TV then religious music and news, according to my mom.
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Pope Leo carries the cross at the Colosseum for Good Friday
Pope Leo marked the first Good Friday of his papacy, presiding over a traditional ‘Way of the Cross’ procession at Rome's Colosseum. #goodfriday #popeleo #rome #News #Reuters #Newsfeed Read the story here: 👉 Subscribe: Keep up with the latest news from around the world: Follow Reuters on Facebook: Follow Reuters on X: Follow Reuters on Instagram:
https://fllics.com/en/video/pope-leo-carries-the-cross-at-the-colosseum-for-good-friday/
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Pope Leo carries the cross at the Colosseum for Good Friday
Pope Leo marked the first Good Friday of his papacy, presiding over a traditional ‘Way of the Cross’ procession at Rome's Colosseum. #goodfriday #popeleo #rome #News #Reuters #Newsfeed Read the story here: 👉 Subscribe: Keep up with the latest news from around the world: Follow Reuters on Facebook: Follow Reuters on X: Follow Reuters on Instagram:
https://fllics.com/en/video/pope-leo-carries-the-cross-at-the-colosseum-for-good-friday/
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Original headline: Pope Leo first pontiff in decades to carry cross for entire Good Friday service
Corrected headline: Pope Leo first pontiff in decades *fit enough* to carry cross for entire Good Friday service
https://us.cnn.com/2026/04/03/world/video/pope-leo-carries-cross-good-friday-digvid-vrtc
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Original headline: Pope Leo first pontiff in decades to carry cross for entire Good Friday service
Corrected headline: Pope Leo first pontiff in decades *fit enough* to carry cross for entire Good Friday service
https://us.cnn.com/2026/04/03/world/video/pope-leo-carries-cross-good-friday-digvid-vrtc
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I also did a second #datedoodle for the 3rd as it was #GoodFriday.
Again, I've just used 3 and 4 here. Both are obvious, but my aim is not to cleverly hide the numbers, but try and creatively incorporate them.
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There was some weird formatting issues on that blog post-I cleaned it up! #GoodFriday #Easter #Christianity #AlignWithLove #Forgiveness
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Greg helps us to reflect on Good Friday by turning to the Book of Isaiah. #GoodFriday #holyweek2025
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Today's top ten tag trends:
10: #FursuitFriday
9: #VendrediLecture
8: #WindowFriday
7: #goodfriday
6: #FensterFreitag
5: #karfreitag
4: #JukeboxFridayNight
3: #goodorbad
2: #MashupDIYandHorrorFilms
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#Evangelicals, of course, talk fluently about evil, but (empirically speaking) they have become the most evil religious group in America. One goal of any morally serious religion must be to oppose the evil of Christo-fascism.
Happy Passion Friday to all who oppose Christo-fascism!
And a big FUCK YOU to all Christo-fascists out there: if you don't repent of that evil, the world will be a better place because of your death.
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Limbus
Tree trunk, stripped bare.
Crossbar, damp air.
Black clouds, crows caw,
perched on nails — gone.A sign, four words.
No voice is heard.
Cramped cave, stone bed
where herbs lay — bled.Long wait, dark night.
No candles burn bright.
Hinted return.
But silence — burns.#poem #poemaday #poetry #catholic #anglican #holyweek #holysaturday #goodfriday #monochrome #blackandwhite #photography
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UPDATE: as with everything else, he somehow topped his first term for desecrating Good Friday
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Good Friday always feels like the world hits a softer frequency — a day for looking inward, taking stock, and noticing what’s shifting in me too 🌸✨
#goodfriday #springvibes #reflection #loveandhugs #jenniesworld
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Leicester Salvages Draw Amidst League Struggle
Leicester City drew 2-2 with Preston North End on Good Friday. Patson Daka scored both goals for Leicester, who are in 22nd place.
#leicestercity, #prestonend, #championship, #football, #goodfriday
https://newsletter.tf/leicester-city-draws-2-2-vs-preston-north-end/
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Leicester City drew 2-2 with Preston North End on Good Friday. This draw means Leicester is still in 22nd place in the league.
#leicestercity, #prestonend, #championship, #football, #goodfriday
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INRE
I saw them coming with their fists of steel and their tongues of knives to cut and cut me until I bled in tears, mocking me with their laughter. Muddy boots to splash within these precious pools of my agony. Fists to smash my face, ground my glasses until the shards cut and gouged my eyes. Blinded, I struck out, flailed wildly, at the laughter and myself until the welts and bruises showed deep purple from the beatings of them and I. Skin once soft became a hardened crust like old bread which you bit and broke your teeth on. Ripped the lips that tried to kiss and caress. Dried the soothing streams of lovers’ sweat.
The others like me were never worse; impatience at their weakness and frailty, bitter anger at their groans and lack of courage. To scream, but never allowed to raise my voice, and so the screams and shouts became hard little eggs which burst deep inside me, tiny teeth to gnaw at my guts.
Nausea to rise up and choke me until the maggots crawled out through the gaps in my teeth and fell with muffled, heavy thuds to the floor, dragging their fat little bodies across the rough wood to find a crack here and there. Writhing white lines to sear my brain like a white-hot prison grate. They had gotten fat off of me and now the nothingness of my soul.
I reached deep inside the blankness within with my mind, a probing white hand in the night. I saw the bloody pieces of flesh which still clung desperately to teeth-marked ribs, rejected remains of the onslaught. Tenderly I felt around the wet edges of the inner sore, an ulcer sucking greedily, bitterly at itself. In fear, I sensed the pull on my pale probing mentality and struggled to free myself from this ravaged place. Sweat beaded, blood chilled, but to no avail. I could not escape from the misery of myself. Vanquished, I succumbed to the vacuum within.
Stark-stare through the glassy bars of my ribs past my now transparent skin to the world outside, to see them coming again, to feel the flurry of steel and flash of knives against my side until slivers of bone littered the fleshy floor about me.
A forest rose up in memory, blackened by fire, stinking of death and charred carcasses of trees. My eyes smarted in the haze as I stumbled weeping through the waste. Childish tears ran to my father and with a grimy finger on his face, said, “Daddy, it’s so ugly and . . . dead.”
He took me in his arms and brought me to a place in the black expanse where, reaching down, he scraped with his thumb. Magically, in a puff of ash, there shone an emerald, a splash of glittering green. He then cradled my tear-streaked face in his gentle hands. “Rest, my child,” he said. “With ashes comes life.”
A fire raged about me, blistering my skin, until the blisters popped and I was wet again. Then the fire fizzled out and the blackness about me was blacker still.
I pricked my finger with a splinter of a rib and watched it bloom bright red. My blood and life before it died in the brackened air. And with it went my hopes of planting seeds in some place where that life could take root and spring up, a tender shoot to face this empty place.
A blow from a fist smashed my ribs and bruised my face until I fell deeper within, my body broken again in pain. I found myself swimming in a pile of junk, clutter from the past dumped from mundane wanderings midst paths to dark to remember. Magazines, newspapers yellow with age, broken bottles to cut my feet and hands, an old rifle, letters never sent. I felt around to find the corner of some black box slicing my back to ribbons I could not erase. A razor to cut me more, and all the time that laughter pounding in my head.
There was a lock on the box, a big gray rusty one, wet with the slime of the maggots. I battered it with my fists, screaming with frustration until my hands were useless, bloody slabs. Finally, I kicked the box into the corner where it burst with the blow, gaping at me in invitation. I rushed to find its treasure, something to replace my loss, to fill this spent shell. Dust bit my aching eyes and the emptiness of that blank space seized my soul. Nothing. Nothing more than the laughter ringing in its hollowness. Bitter the taste in my mouth, I turned back to those ribs, saw the gun leaning, and with it in my hand, stared blindly out into the outer night.
I placed the gun between a crack in my ribs and gazed through the ghostly white tentacles surrounding me at the approaching shadows with their badges of shiny bright. I squeezed the trigger, once, twice, and saw the shadows fall. Then the night blossomed with a thousand tiny flowers of flame. The bullets made a strange whop, whop sound. Puzzled, I looked up to see pinpoints of light like jagged stars in the fleshy curtain above me. Bees buzzed around my head and I waved my hands in vain fury to ward them off. Then the last of those white bars before me shattered, exploded, and my face streamed with the shards. I heard a groan, a heavy sigh, deep down, rising up from below me. It grew in intensity until this whole place shook with the sound. I lifted my hands from my streaming face to my ears and lifted my voice to the cry. The walls bled and organs burst, vessels sheared in the wail until I was floating in a red boiling sea. Around the shattered ribs my skin began to split, tearing like a holy veil, and the sea with me rushed forth to pour through the crease.
Outside was slippery wet with cold rain as I streamed from the sidewalk to the street, past the flashing lights, evil white, moving figures all around. Anger at their leering drove me to cower and seek cover within the flood from the piercing lights and probing, poking hands. Down into the gutter we fled until the blackness of the sewer grate loomed and swallowed my blood, and I, into the gloom.
August 28, 1989
#1989 #bitterness #Creativity #God #GoodFriday #Healing #Hurt #innerPain #inre #mockery #Pain #peace #reflection #SelfHate #SelfLove #Suffering #verbalAbuse #Violence #wordsAndMeaning #WordsWhenIWasYoung #Writing -
Mourning
it hurts to
give your heart
away
but something
has to die
so something
else will live
like a broken friend
on a tree once did
mourning
to awake on a
morning like
thisApril 3, 1988
#1988 #Cross #Crucifixion #GoodFriday #Jesus #poem #POETICAORAREContemplativePoetryPrayers #Poetry #sacrifice #Writing