Tag Archives: Good Friday

Good Friday

The cross does not narrow down God’s love for the world. It raises up God’s love so that all might see the compassion, the deep and abiding compassion, of God for God’s people, that God would even suffer with us in order to redeem us from our suffering and sin. Continue reading

Posted in Holy Days, homily, lectionary reflection, sermon | Tagged , , | 2 Comments

Peter denies the Christ

Peter denies the Christ(John 18:1-27) Malchus It was dark. Smokefrom torches refused to rise, hung about the olives and our eyes,flames close to dying as though lightitself were loath to bear witness Servant girl It was cold;the kind of springmorning … Continue reading

Posted in Holy Days, poetry, prayer | Tagged , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Good Friday: a pieta

He died with the cry crushed from his chest,calling out from the cross to his mother.They crucified him on a stolen hill.They gambled away his clothes.He called out to his mother, shecould not swaddle his naked pain. When he was … Continue reading

Posted in current events, Holy Days, poetry | Tagged , | 2 Comments

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

Posted in Holy Days, poetry | Tagged , , | Leave a comment

Friday 2020

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

Posted in Holy Days, homily, lectionary reflection | Tagged , | Leave a comment

Why have we come here? Good Friday 2019

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

Posted in Holy Days, homily, sermon, story | Tagged , , , , , | Leave a comment

Adaiah, the Easter bat

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

Posted in Holy Days, lectionary reflection, sermon, story | Tagged , , , | Leave a comment

A Fool’s Easter

Hush, fool, for we buried you
deeper than god. Continue reading

Posted in Holy Days, poetry, prayer, story | Tagged , , , , | Leave a comment

Denial

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

Posted in Holy Days, lectionary reflection, poetry, story | Tagged , , | Leave a comment

Friday

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

Posted in poetry, prayer, story | Tagged , , , , | 2 Comments