What Makes A Friday Good?

Today, for the first time in my entire working life, I received as a paid holiday from work Good Friday. Never one to look a gift horse in the mouth, I pondered how to make this day as productive as possible. Whether I succeeded or not at this goal it is perhaps impolite for me to judge. At any rate, I felt charitable about getting a day off of work that I did not feel it necessary to comment on the fact that the day itself is a testament to poor biblical math and incredibly sloppy understanding of biblical observances. Having already alluded to the issue of three days and three nights recently [1], I do not wish to belabor the point, except to mention that there is no way that three days and three nights fits into the biblical timeline showing the burial of Jesus Christ right around sundown and his being resurrected with enough time to neatly fold his clothing well before dawn on Sunday. There simply isn’t enough time, which is one of the fairly consistent stories of my own life.

After waking up this morning, not sleeping in as long as I would have preferred after having nightmare-plagued sleep, as is often my lot, I finished reading the book I had received recently from the Michigan War Studies Review [2], did my daily Bible reading, took a shower, and made my car payment, before walking off to the office for the apartment complex to pick up a package that had arrived for me last night, and which I was sure was a book. As I entered the construction zone, the lady at the office said that she needed to take me to the model house. I had barely begun to speak when the look of obvious disbelief on my face communicated all that I was about to say. We then took a short jaunt on the cart to the model house, where a manila envelope with my name on it was handed to me and where the lady rearranged the packages for future residents in similar disbelief. I walked back to my car, opened the envelope, and took out a Christian mystery novel that I had requested about a week ago, along with an unexpected item I thought was a bag but later found out was an apron. Thus sufficiently puzzled, I drove off to East Vancouver to do my first errand, getting my first Washington diver’s license.

I had brought a book with me to read, a corporate history of McAllister Towing, review forthcoming, while I waited, but I was only able to read a couple dozen pages into it before I passed through the process, paying my fee for my driver’s license and took my photo. Although I was in an area of Vancouver that tends to fill me with dread, I found a quiet table at a nearby Shari’s on Mill Plain and had my usual lunch there while I finished reading the excellent book on the tugboat company, filling me with musings on the logistics and infrastructure of ports and shipborne trade. I then headed off to the library to drop off a book previously read that I had been dissatisfied with [3] before picking up next audiobook. Looking at the audiobook and seeing that it only had six cds, I wondered what audiobook I will need to request soon given that I am almost done with my present one and the next book will only last three or four days at most. While at the library I pretended not to notice the discount books for sale cheaply near the front entrance, not wishing to lighten my wallet or give me even more books to read beyond the large stacks already waiting impatiently for me to peruse.

After returning home, I managed to productively spend some time writing the book review for the two books finished today and start another book that is on a book tour starting April 1, and choosing the order of a few more books to read. I pondered some about the matter of covenants and the seriousness that God takes even those covenants that are entered into fraudulently. The example of the treaty made by the Gibeonites comes to mind, for even though the Gibeonites deceived the Israelites into giving them a treaty that was contrary to God’s wishes, the children of Israel were permanently bound to protect the Gibeonites, as some of Saul’s descendants found out to their horror hundreds of years later [4]. The greater implications of that would appear to be rather serious in the covenants that people find themselves in through business or marriage. We have far too casual an attitude towards the bonds that tie us together in these present days, and are seldom inclined either to show concern for the well-being of those who are bound to us by covenant or to show a regard to ties that have been irksome and harmful. Even fraud did not allow the Israelites to wiggle out of the covenant they had made, though, and that is something to view with considerable unease.

After doing a bit of reading and chatting with my mum a bit, I decided to fill up the gas tank and do a bit more reading about the experiences of some future Civil War generals in the Mexican War while I ate dinner and watched the start of a competitive game between Gonzaga and Syracuse before heading home to relax and write this. Was it a productive day? I finished two books, started on another couple of books, one of which I hope to finish soon and the other I am nearly halfway done with and will likely finish this weekend, one of which is to add to my reviews soon and the other was a 1600 or so book review that normally takes me months to finish. I did an errand that was somewhat time sensitive, and did a lot of reading as well as writing. Whether or not that sort of thing is productive or not depends on the judge, I suppose. All one can do is use one’s time as wisely as possible, to redeem these evil days.

[1] See, for example:



[2] https://edgeinducedcohesion.wordpress.com/2016/03/17/non-book-review-my-greatest-quarrel-with-fortune/

[3] https://edgeinducedcohesion.wordpress.com/2016/03/25/book-review-25-books-every-christian-should-read/

[4] https://edgeinducedcohesion.wordpress.com/2011/01/14/joshua-9-and-the-biblical-standard-for-treaties/

About nathanalbright

I'm a person with diverse interests who loves to read. If you want to know something about me, just ask.
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3 Responses to What Makes A Friday Good?

  1. totsndots@gmail.com says:

    All Friday’s are good bc they mean sabbath is coming and tait will be home for two days to alleviate taking care of two humans

    Sent from my iPhone


  2. Pingback: Mysteries Of The Bible: What Made Jesus’ Generation So Wicked For Asking A Sign | Edge Induced Cohesion

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