Easter

Good Friday Blues

From the sixth hour until the ninth hour darkness came over all the land. About the ninth hour Jesus cried out in a loud voice, Eloi, Eloi, lama sabachthani?– which means, My God, my God, why have you forsaken me? When some of those standing there heard this, they said, He’s calling Elijah. Immediately one of them ran and got a sponge. He filled it with wine vinegar, put it on a stick, and offered it to Jesus to drink. The rest said, Now leave him alone. Let’s see if Elijah comes to save him. And when Jesus had cried out again in a loud voice, he gave up his spirit. At that moment the curtain of the temple was torn in two from top to bottom. The earth shook and the rocks split. The tombs broke open and the bodies of many holy people who had died were raised to life. They came out of the tombs, and after Jesus’ resurrection they went into the holy city and appeared to many people. When the centurion and those with him who were guarding Jesus saw the earthquake and all that had happened, they were terrified, and exclaimed, Surely he was the Son of God!
(Matthew 27:45-54)

I cannot explain properly in words the way I feel today.

There is a feeling of soberness, a feeling of the need to remember the incredible sacrifice of Jesus. There is the feeling that this should also be a celebration. Not in the party-away-the-night sense of that word but because something incredible was achieved that first Good Friday.

It is often said that Good Friday is no use without Easter Day and that is true. On Sunday we will celebrate in a more joyful way the resurrection of Jesus from the dead. But today as we celebrate his death, we remember what it means for us – I remember what it means for me.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s