Last year on Good Friday, the kids and I planned to pray at 3 p.m. in honor of the moment Jesus gave in to his suffering and died on the cross. However, at 2:58 I found myself driving home from our Zoo trip with exhausted kids in the backseat. After making the decision to pray silently to myself, my then 7-year-old son piped up from the back, “Mom, pull over, it’s almost 3!!!” Surprised he remembered, I pulled over on the side of the road where we prayed together for several minutes. This year we planned again to pray together at 3 p.m. on Good Friday. That morning the kids and I watched a few Bible stories about Jesus's life, death and resurrection. In the early afternoon, friends started arriving for a swim date in our yard. As the day neared 3 p.m., I wondered again if I should just take a moment to myself for prayer or interrupt the kids so we could pray together. It also crossed my mind that some of these kids might think our family a bit unusual. In that