For many people today is just another Friday with the added benefit that they have the day off work. For me I have the good fortune to have the day off but my day is not one of carefree leisure activities. I will be attending Mass at noon. It is a day of fasting and abstinence from meat. Today for many Christians is the prelude to Easter. If the events commemorated today hadn’t happened then Easter wouldn’t have any meaning. It is Good Friday. As a Catholic Christian I remember all the suffering on my behalf that Jesus endured. Everyone focuses on the physical abuse – the scourging, the carrying of the cross, the pain of the crown of thorns, and the actual Crucifixion. But there was the psychological pain. He knew clearly and in detail what was going to happen before it occurred. People forget the hematohidrosis that Jesus exhibited as he prayed in the garden, prayed that if possible the cup would pass from him. Hematohidrosis is an extremely rare condition in which you sweat blood. It’s so rare that many people don’t know it exists or if it’s real. But sweating blood has been seen throughout history and is a medically documented condition. It occurs when a person is under extreme physical or mental distress. So there you have it. Jesus sweated blood as he prayed in the garden. He was distressed. He knew they were coming for him. He understood the torture he would experience. For me it is often the anticipation that gets to me – waiting for the needle to draw blood, being called to the office, letting my mind rehash a conversation that went poorly… My anticipated events are nothing yet I have sleepless nights and acid reflux. Imagine for a moment that you knew with a certainty the exact circumstances of your death. Sweating blood doesn’t convey the enormity of the angst. The magnitude of the sacrifice overwhelms me. So that’s what I’m focused on today.