Why Is It Called Good Friday?
A Quiet Reflection in the Midst of a Busy Day Today is Good Friday. And yet, for me, it felt like any other busy workday at the university. The semester is coming to an end, and like many lecturers and staff, we are all rushing to complete final grades, assessments, and reports. This morning alone, I found myself going from one task to another. I had to make sure that all lecturers in our department had completed their grading and properly submitted everything into the system. It was one of those mornings where your mind is constantly ticking, checking, reminding, organizing. At the same time, I was also helping prepare for our end of school lunch gathering for the academics and staff. This is something I have been tasked to do every year, and honestly, I gladly do it. It brings me joy to see our lecturers relax, laugh, and enjoy a moment of rest after a long and tiring season of teaching, checking papers, and meeting deadlines. There is something special about seeing people loosen up ...