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Tag Archives: Good Friday
Breaking open pistachios by the Friday fire, pitching shells toward the pit. I wonder whom the meat of casements that arrive empty fed. Others refuse to open, peeling back my thumb nails; I surrender, hurl them to the fire. A … Continue reading
The loneliness of death frightens us … we are rightly afraid, I am afraid that I will be unequal to my promises, the promise of Peter, though all become deserters, to stay with you, to stay near you, come what may.
I am unequal to my promises, but Jesus is not. If nothing else, he proved that on the Cross. Continue reading
We come not to glory in his death, but out of fear of our own; and not only, nor even the death of our bodies, may they never endure such pain as his; but the death of our souls, the diminishing returns of our humanity, the erosion of love and the weary wearing away of compassion. On the cross, we see the destitution of our humanity, what it has come to, that we would sacrifice Christ to keep an unquiet peace, and pile on the death of God to weight the scales of injustice. We see where it could all end up, if we would prefer instruments of death to a way of life that makes us vulnerable to the demands of love and of mercy. Continue reading
The only people who do know what happened during those long hours between Friday night and Sunday morning are those who have been to the tomb with Jesus. Continue reading
Is there any place on this earth where that damned cock won’t crow? Once, and all at once pandemonium, panic sets in, the dogs of war cry havoc, unleash every sin of omission, commission, revision, recidivism While the civilized world, … Continue reading
In God’s gospel truth, the day comes when nothing is to be done, except to shiver below the lowering sky, crouch within the trembling earth, wind down the body into the new-hewn tomb * * * The birds are the … Continue reading
At the beginning of the Gospel according to John, we read that, He was in the world, and the world came into being through him; yet the world did not know him. He came to what was his own, and … Continue reading
“It is finished.” Hurry, Jesus. Hurry to the appointment you have made to duel death. Hasten the darkening sky, that a false dawn may break early; that you may fell the great destroyer. The soldiers come with mallets and spear, we hear … Continue reading
He was quoting the twenty-second Psalm, a prayer already centuries old. It is a cry as old as time. It is a cry that echoes all around. And yet, it perseveres, it is repeated only because at its heart, at its depth, at the height of its agony it holds out hope against hope that someone is still listening. That God will, in fact, return, to comfort us.
My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me? Continue reading