Good Friday-2014.
Good Friday is a day that never seems to have the proper celebration or
remembrance in my mind. Often the day in
the US was just another work day. It
seems like one should be going to church on such an occasion. Indeed, most catholic services on this day
are held early or mid afternoon. This
makes it hard to attend for working people unless they asked for the day off in
advance. I knew of such a person in my former
work setting and always admired her thoughtfulness. The other strange thing in the US is that
even though Good Friday is not a holiday in any sense since it is strictly of religious
importance, many businesses close at noon.
Others remain open with the sense that everyone else has gone home, so
why are we still sitting here.
This year in Moldova I woke on Good Friday to a very bright
sunny day. It turned out to be an
excellent Spring day with temperatures up in the 60’s. I was not sure what to expect for breakfast
as I was told that on Good Friday or Black Friday as it is called in Romanian
there is no eating. My religious
tradition calls for fasting and abstinence on this day. People my age are given a little leeway if
needed. To me that means no meat, and
eat less than normal amount of food, and no eating between meals. So I was surprised to find out that I had my
usual hot cereal with raisins and coffee for breakfast. To tell you the truth, I was a little hungry
as I had skipped supper last night in order to go to the Holy Thursday Mass in
Orhei. Breaksfast and off to work I
went.
When I arrived at work, most of the coworkers were sitting
around the meeting table enjoying some friendly conversation. Our one customer, client, benefactor was a ten year old boy who has some type of
down’s syndrome and is limited in his mental capacity. He was patiently listening to the banter of
the adults. I think that he finds it
entertaining to do that at times. But
soon he was in my office asking me to go outside and play ball. That means kick the soccer ball around. It’s 8:30 on a beautiful morning, why
not?
Soon another coworker arrives with a lot of fresh apples for
eating. My fellow soccer player is
interested in that. In we go and he
takes one to eat as we play. Outside we
go again. After eating one apple, he
thinks a second would be good too.
Inside we go, and I am offered an apple myself. Why not?
Apples are good for you, even during Post (Fasting). I think of how hungry this poor little boy
must be and how irresistible these apples are for him. We go back out to play. Soon he is bored with my banter and wants to
invite the young woman social worker out to play with us. In the meantime, I am counting my blessings
to be outside in the warm sunshine on a beautiful Spring day.
The young boy was successful in coaxing the social worker
outside. Who wouldn’t want to come out,
the center building inside was cold as heat has been off for several weeks now
and the weather has not been consistently warm.
Not only her, but other coworkers come out along with a 2 year old toddler
who is son of the medical assistant and comes to work with her regularly. The women all stand together and enjoy their
conversation occasionally kicking a ball that comes their way. The 2 year old tries to interact but is
mostly interested in a wheel chair that has arrived with a handicapped woman
who came in this morning for a shower.
One of the coworkers now presents a bag of white chocolate candies and
shares it all around. It’s almost like
eating pure sugar. Can we include this
as proper fasting for Black Friday? My
head is spinning from all the sugar and I try to escape this scene by sneaking
back into the building.
My soccer friend follows me back into the building and
badgers me to come out and play ball. I
make excuses that I have to work on English lessons (play solitaire) or check
my computer (emails). My partner-boss
Sergiu tells the lad that Domnul Oren (that’s me) is tired. None of this avails and of course I return to
the outdoors to kick the ball back and forth.
I try to connect this experience with the obvious importance of the Good
Friday day.
The morning is soon gone and it is noon. I can remember as a young boy attending
catholic school that we were encouraged to keep quiet and not do anything “playful”
during the hours of 12-3 as those were the hours Jesus hung on the cross. Usually my work partner and I go to our house
for a lunch break on work days between 12 and 1. Noon came and Segiu didn’t seem like he was
going home. Instead he was outside
planting flower seeds. I thought to myself
that “there is no lunch today, it’s Black Friday.” Eventually he said to me, why don’t you go
home now, it’s past twelve. So I assumed
that he was choosing to not eat, but the American guest was going to be fed
lunch. So I headed for the house, a
fifteen minute walk. The weather was
beautiful and I said a little prayer on the way for the gift of such a lovely
Spring day. Even the dandelions were
beautiful.
I arrived at the house and Iulia was outside hanging some
table clothes and things on the line after washing them. She saw me and said “What’s up? Work over for today?” I just said Segiu told me to come home. (I wan’t sure if there was lunch coming or
not.) Some neighbors were over to
borrow the portable clothes closet from our house. I had some things in it, so I quickly removed
them to my room and away they took the piece of furniture. They must be expecting a lot of company for
Easter. Then Iulia asked me if I was
hungry, and I said a little. So she
served me a bowl of bean soup and some good home made bread. I said I didn’t think Sergiu was coming home
for lunch and I would be going back as usual after lunch for the
afternoon. Next thing I know, Sergiu
joins me at the table and he is dressed in his at home casual clothes. He was having lunch too (?) and work was over for today.
I had left my laptop at work as I was expecting to have a
normal Black Friday afternoon at work.
So after lunch I had to walk back to work and see if I could catch the “pascnic” or caretaker to let me in to get my
computer. Luckily when I got there, I
saw Anatole and he let me in to get my computer. He was just getting set for his all night
vigil at the center. He didn’t know
that he was starting at 1 today either, but thought that his normal 5 o’clock
shift was the rule. I asked how his
tomatoes were growing as I remember him showing me his green house last
year. He said they were off to a good
start and he asked if I might like a little wine before I went back home. (This
is normal Moldovan hospitality) I said “de sigur” or certainly,
after all it was Good Friday. We
took a quick walk to his house nearby and downed a few shots of white house
wine and ate some fresh radishes from the garden and snacked a bit on Easter
bun cake. All in the spirit of “Paste” or Easter.
Well I am looking forward to the rest of my Black Friday and
Easter weekend. We get the Monday after
Easter off as well. I am hoping that it will be a pleasant time of
visitors and family enjoying each other’s company and good Moldovan food and
hospitality. Whatever “Post” (fasting) means in Orthodox circles, I’m not
sure; I know that the spirit is willing
but sometimes it gets distracted.