Good Friday  Jesus dies. The life in me trickles away, days of grief have gripped me. At night-time, sickness saps my bones, I am gnawed by wounds that never sleep. It has thrown me into the mud where I am no better than dust and ashes. I cry to you, and you give me answer; I stand before you, but you take no notice. Job 30: 16, 17, 19  It is one thing to empty. It is an even deeper thing to be emptied. Pain does this. It empties us, if we allow it to. Matthew Fox Suffering is the badge of the human race. Mahatma Gandhi