Friday, April 18, 2014

Good Friday 2014

Why is it called Good Friday?
I have heard many answers.
None satisfy.
Jesus, the Word made flesh, God incarnate,
Died on a Friday, 
The day after he shared the Passover meal  
With those closest to him.
Fully human.
So human that he suffered just as we would
Nailed to a cross 
After a brutal flogging.
We recoil in horror
At his death
And think it took so long.
Six hours.
Most crucified took days to die.
Was Pilate's flogging a blessing
That gave a swifter death?
Fully God,
Who had never known death.
All creation gone before had drunk
Of that bitter cup,
But God had not.
God died on that first Good Friday,
As much of God
As could exist in human form.
A maimed, lifeless body was laid in
The cold stone tomb.
Love's breath stilled.
 Heaven wept.
Creation waited. 

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