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Good Friday reflection

Storm clouds rolled in fast this morning in Grand Rapids, swallowing the sky whole. The wind kicked up, wrapping us in a heavy shroud of darkness. Violet was lost in her book until she gasped, “Look!”—just as lightning cracked the heavens open. Rain hammered the windows, and though it was 10 a.m., it felt like midnight. We sat in my office and stared ou…