How Good Friday Became Great Friday

As a Christian, I know my story of faith began centuries ago on this very day. For without today, Sunday wouldn't have had its power.
     Today is Good Friday. We are in San Jose, Costa Rica, for our final appointment at Meza Dental. When we scheduled this two-week-time-slot, we gave little consideration as to the time of year. It was convenient, so it was chosen.
     Yesterday, my mouth's restoration was completed, and today is simply for tweaks. For most people, our one week last September and our two weeks in March are nothing more than dental appointments, a time to repair what nature just couldn't hold onto. For me, this is a journey to become whole again.
     It has been 50 years since I've had a full set of teeth. 50 YEARS! I can run my tongue over my teeth, and heavens, they are all there. Surely, health will improve, and the chance of me scaring children has decreased dramatically, although I will say that my grandson enjoyed following the dancing teeth! The physical benefits are astronomical, but those don't even compare to the blessing of self-confidence.
   This becomes the catalyst to make the other parts of me better - the physical ones as well as the mental ones, the business and retirement aspirations, the travel dreams, the risks to be taken, the second book that has yet to be written, the challenges to overcome, the willingness to sit still and listen, to get rid of the noise and concentrate on what really matters.
     So every Good Friday from this point forward will be a reminder of my turning point. Good Friday has always signified the beginning of the Christian faith, and sometimes, in this world of chaos and craziness, we all need a reminder of who is still in charge. God never stops teaching, never stops crafting miracles, and providing us with those "Fridays" so that "Sundays" will rock our world.