And so, all went as hoped. The roast got roasted as well as the carrots and the potatoes. There was no raw lamb smiling up at me as I carved. And, as expected, the night was deep and rich and full. And so now, comes today. Good Friday. Probably the most meaningful day of the year, at least for me. It’s a quiet time. A time for reflection. Usually we watch either the book of Matthew or the book of John (two wonderful films which carefully recreate these books word-for-word). And we may still, but for now we are taking this day a bit slowly. A bit thoughtfully on this…