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Something I wrote last year at this time, which expresses what I feel this year at this time:

This is one of the more unusual days in the religious calendar. Friday is the crucifixion, that day in which we say that our sins were cleansed by the sacrifice of the Lamb. He took on the burden so we would not.

Tomorrow we celebrate the resurrection, the time in which death itself lost its sting, so that we who are of the Faith fear Sheol no more. To live is Christ, Paul says, and to die is gain. Death is but a transition from life to Life.

Saturday, today, is in between. Why didn’t Jesus come out on the Sabbath? Was it out of respect for the Law? Sunday had no special relevance until he made it so. Yes, the prophecies mention three days… why? Christ is not beholden to the prophecies, they are beholden to him. A curious consideration, and unknowable.

What were the disciples thinking? The Twelve, the others? Years of their lives had been spent with the man now dead. They could not return home, for traveling was forbidden for the most part. So they stayed, their lives lost, dead even though still alive. Already Christ had died on this day, he had not yet risen. They didn’t know he would. He told them, but they didn’t understand.

How many cursed Christ on this day for being deceitful? How many felt really bad about it after he rose again?

We live in the middle of the three days of the Passion, the time between times, Christ has come, Christ will come again. Already, not yet. Hoped for realities which are not apparent, no longer slaves to sin though sinners indeed, free and not free, alive and not alive, strong and weak, hopeful and fearful, that is our state. Yes, keeping the eye on the end is what helps us through the now, transforming our perspective even in the present so as to anticipate the future, letting us see time beyond time while we walk through time.

But we are living in the Saturday, the day between a day and a day, in which we expect everything and feel the loss of everything. Christ has told us what to expect, but we don’t really understand or believe it… just look at our lives, our hearts.

Saturday is an awkward day, neither here nor there. And so, it is a day of rest. May the peace of God come into our hearts, and help us wait patiently for the fullness of Christ to enter our world for all eternity.

For a lot of reasons Holy Saturday is my most precious religious holiday. It is the one which I live with and the one which suits my soul. This is the day in which I resonate with the meaning in a profound way. This is Holy Saturday. My whole life thus far is lived on this Saturday. Christ has died. May Christ be resurrected. Amen and amen.

Not so good Friday

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Today is Good Friday. A curious name because in reality it was a pretty bad Friday.

Imagine if you were a disciple. You had spent three years following a man who more and more seemed like he was the Messiah. He did miracles. He spoke wisdom. He had a power you had never seen in anyone.

Then, on the day in which his power was tested he failed the test. You had given up everything, all that you were, to follow this man and on this Friday he left. He was killed. And this is just the perspective of Jesus’ followers. Don’t get me started on how bad Jesus’ day was.

“Take this cup from me,” he prayed the night before. God didn’t. It wasn’t his will that Jesus be saved at this point.

On that Friday it was anything but good. Maybe it should be called Miserable Friday, or Awful Friday, or The Worst Friday Ever. Lives were lost on that day, and not just those crucified. Souls were seemingly lost. Everything went wrong. Nothing worked right.

Oh, yeah, Joseph of Arimathea… he was able to get a tomb and bury Jesus before nightfall. At least Jesus wasn’t thrown to the dogs. Thank God for the little blessings, eh?

Yes, the prophets said something about suffering, and disfigurement and the like. But, what is that on such a day? Everything goes wrong. But God does not do wrong things. What are the prophets when one’s own perception sees the troubles bubbling over? They are forgotten words of a past era unable to speak to the present. Jesus is dead. Jesus is buried. Turns out he wasn’t the Messiah after all. We were wrong. He couldn’t even save himself.

Good Friday? There was nothing good about it.

So why call it this? Why is it Good Friday?

Because of Easter. Because two days later he rose from the dead. Friday is only good because we are able to observe the future of the events. We are able to see that Jesus died, but he died for a reason, a reason only seen on Easter morning. We reinterpret the past events based on the later events. All was wrong on that first Friday… except that it was all right because of what would happen two days afterwards. Friday has no significance but for Sunday. All of its meaning is contained in what was observed in the empty tomb. Friday is important not because anything good happened on this day but because the two men on the way to Emmaus realized Jesus was walking with them and explaining the Scriptures.

At that moment, at each moment each disciple saw the Risen Lord, the entire past was came into focus for what it was. Until this happened it was all meaningless. There was nothing good, nothing important, no sacrifice, no salvation. The cross saves because of Easter morning. There is no past without the future to define it.

We call this Friday good because we know Easter, because we proclaim Christ crucified and resurrected. We know the end of the story so we know the fullness of the whole story.

But what of our story? What of my path? I sit here alone on a Friday night without much of what would make a person seem whole in this world. I know others who have had their wholeness ripped from their sides, stripping them of all they planned and depended on. Many weep and grieve over the dead and the dying. People starve, people hurt, people cry, people rage. Many are lost in confusion or loneliness or frustration or hopelessness.

Have faith. That’s what the Bible says. That’s what the Church says.

Have faith? Do you know me? Have you seen all I’ve done and what I have to show for it? Do you see how I struggle to pursue my calling and am attacked from all sides? Do you see what was stolen because of misplaced yearning? Are you alone? Are you healthy? Are you successful? Who are you to tell me to have faith? Can you see what is happening?

Have faith? How can we have faith? I’ve tried having faith. It didn’t work out.

God does good things. This all is good? Nothing about it is good. Thank God for the little blessings, eh? I guess there’s that.

Good Friday is only good because of Easter. The future interprets the past, reforming every single aspect into goodness despite the initial appearance.

Our present existence is the same. Only we don’t know the end, we haven’t arrived there yet. Our paths are still indeterminate. Nothing we see makes sense, nothing is settled, even that which we observe does not speak to what really is happening. There is no way to tell if things will get better or worse, whether this world is progressing or retreating. We are living in the midst of chaos, a chaos of free wills chosen by sinful humanity all leading to something, all affecting everything. The past is filled with pain. The present is filled with confusion. Nothing makes sense. The paths are random and confused. Good Friday has Easter to make it good. What do we have?

Ah, but that’s the whole point of our faith. That’s the point of Revelations, the point of the epistles, the point of Christian theology. We are told the end. The end is final even if the paths are indeterminate thus far. There is no telling how the race will end, or who will finish well, or how my life will proceed this week or the next. But we know the end. We know that despite all things God will make it good, that at the end of all things we will see that God is good. We are able to call this day good because of Easter and because of the end which has yet to come but has already arrived.

This world is settled. What we observe merely points to our present awareness. It has no bearing on the final outcome. We are all moving down a turbulent, random path towards a settled end. In the future our past makes sense. In what we expect, we find peace in what we have done. Our present is determined by our future, and this future is already accomplished by what Christ did in the past.

And yet in it all we can choose. We can choose to embrace this accomplished future, and thus have a present and past fully transformed by what is yet to be. Or we can accept our past, affirm our present, and reject the reconstructing future thus leaving us without hope at any point in time.

Christianity moves backwards through time. We embrace the past because of what we are told of the future, and we affirm goodness because of what has not yet happened. We are living on good Friday without yet coming to our eternal Easter, yet because the saints have told us of what is yet to be we can interpret our lives as though it had already occurred.

Jesus knew Easter, and so he bore the pain of Friday. We are told to expect Easter, and only with this expectation in our lives can we have the perspective to live as we should. We are told of what is to come and God expects us to live with this reality. Even if our lives are directed in an inescapable forward path through time, our spirits must embrace the eternal reality of directionless time.

It is Easter which makes Good Friday. Easter has not yet come. But we are told it will come. We plan and wait in eager expectation for Easter. In faith we call this Friday good. In faith we call all our lives good, both the blessing and the troubles. Not because we have a misplaced understanding of reality. Rather it is because as Christians we are called to see reality beyond the apparent and embrace the fullness of time in our lives.

All things, everything, must be viewed through the lense of what is to come. It is our interpretive experience which has not yet happened. But, such an experience as Easter made even a day of torture and a day dying on a cross a very good day.

The goodness of the Coming Day will make all the present evils and hurt transformed into wonderful glory. Which is why we were told of it. Which is why we were told to expect it at all times. Jesus knew of Easter. We know of the Day of the Lord.

Easter has not yet arrived. Easter has dawned. And so we celebrate and rejoice in all the days because of what has not yet happened but which has already determined the history of the cosmos. Such is the glory of Easter evermore.

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Take a little time and consider the day.

The Stations of the Cross

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The sun is behind the hill and cannot be seen. Is is now 6:00 in the evening, and the Sabbath approaches very soon. Some more servants arrive and Joseph orders all the men to roll the large stone in front of the entrance. The six of them grunt as they begin to push.

The stone moves, and rolls into place with a thud. And then silence.

After a minute a bird in a nearby tree begins to sing. Another joins the song.

The small group of people hurry back up towards Jerusalem.

The Sabbath has arrived. Jesus is dead and buried.

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Now, at 5:55. The small group of men and women reach the tomb. Joseph walks inside and comes out again showing his approval. John and the servants carry Jesus’ body inside as the women watch.

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It is 5:40. John puts his hand on Mary’s shoulder and says, “The Sabbath is coming soon, we must take Jesus now.”

She nods, and lets Joseph and John, and a couple of Joseph’s servants lift the body and begin carrying it down to where there is a new tomb.

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It is 5:35. Mary holds Jesus in her arms, his limp body resting on her legs. The others watch in silence.

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It is now 5:25. Joseph comes back up the hill, hurrying as he sees how close the sun is to the horizon.

He tells John and the women, “I have permission from Pilate to take the body. Help me take him down from the cross.”

Joseph hands the soldiers a scroll bearing Pilate’s seal. They open it, and begin the process of hammering out the nails.

When Jesus is loose from the splintered wood, Joseph and John lift him down from the cross. The nails are tossed aside. The women wipe the blood off of Jesus with some strips of linen and water.

The other prisoners are taken down by the soldiers. These two men, now dead, are tossed behind the hill into the grass.