Good Friday is betrayal by a dear friend, a part of an inner circle, preparation in a long, dark night for a coming arrest, trial, public and painful humiliation, repudiation and death on a cross. "Why is it called Good Friday? It doesn’t seem very good." At some point, most Christians have had this question, or a variation of it, from friends and acquaintances who are not Christians, or even friends who are Christians. In my experience, this question is usually asked with a genuine puzzlement. My common response is to move to Easter, to interpret Good Friday immediately in terms of the Resurrection, of the good that flows from Christ’s sacrificial giving of himself in the conquering not only of sin, but of death. This is true. But let us stay with Christ in this dark night, let us open ourselves to his trust in God in the reality of his manifold sufferings, let us be there with him and share in his faith on that Friday.