When I was a kid, my mother made me either go to church or sit in the house from noon until 3 pm on Good Friday. That was supposed to be the time that Jesus suffered on the cross. It was suffering for me if the weather was nice.
Of course, my mom said it almost always rained on Good Friday. It was a sign from God. But don't let it rain on Easter Sunday. That would mean seven more weeks of bad weather.
o.o
RANDOM MUSINGS FROM THE TOP OF THE HILL
4/03/2015
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