But even my Methodist and Catholic and Presbyterian friends tell me their services are sparsely attended. I have come to believe most people aren't interested in Good Friday because it is too close, too familiar, all too believable, and we don't really want to go there. We don't want to be reminded we live in a Good Friday world. This kind of denial is just a setup for the sorrow which will ultimately catch up with them. Might as well get on with it.
Life goes on.
That's stoic courage, like the courage of Mary Magdalene and the other women who know the breakfast still has to be cooked and the trash taken out and the body prepared for burial. These are the people who keep the fires lit and the trains running when the news has stopped the world for the rest of us. Just as resurrection happened while it was still dark when Jesus opened his eyes, resurrection did not happen for Mary until her eyes were opened and she saw him for herself. By then the sun had risen. But Mary was still in the dark, still in the uhtceare of grief.