At breakfast this morning, I asked the girls if they knew why today was special. “Because there’s no school,” Angie said. After we all had a good laugh, I said that it was Good Friday.
We went to the service at church, then popped in at my in-laws’ house to fetch pickled fish. (At some point I’m going to have to learn how to make pickled fish. It’s not my favourite dish, but it’s an important part of Easter tradition for my husband. And he really, really likes his pickled fish.)
Before we started the craft, I read the story of Jesus’ crucifixion. I painted the girls’ hands with white paint, then they pressed their hands onto red cardboard. I chose the red to symbolise the blood, and the white to symbolise that our sins have been forgiven.
The girls dipped their fingers into a pot of red paint and put a dot in the palm of the hands.
I told them this was to remind them that Jesus was nailed to the cross, that He died for our sins, and it is His blood that redeems us.