‘It is finished’: An autoethnographic tale of Good Friday

Photo by Geetanjal Khanna on Unsplash

It always seemed to rain on a Good Friday in the UK. Today, on the other side of the world in this Australian semi-tropical paradise, there is no exception. The sky is still crying.

Entering the church, it seems darker than usual. Then my eyes alight onto the normally pristine white cross on the forward wall. It’s now swathed in black and red cloth. Bright green…