The Foreboding Silence of Good Friday 

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Good Friday

Yet it was our pain that he bore,

our sufferings he endured.

We thought of him as stricken,

struck down by God and afflicted,

But he was pierced for our sins,

crushed for our iniquity.

He bore the punishment thatmakes us whole,

by his wounds we were healed.

We had all gone astray like sheep,

all following our own way;

But the LORD laid upon him

the guilt of us all.

(Isaiah 53:4-6) 

Sitting in the back yard under the comfort of the giant live oaks, I can see the sun rising in the east, as it always has. A small cross looms quietly in the garden off the patio. The cocks urgently crow in the distance while the warm light of the gas giant wakes up the world.  It is Good Friday. 

Since early childhood, I have been profoundly moved by this week and day. The prophetic progress of Holy Week is much like the slow moving process of birth, life, death and final resurrection we each must follow throughout our lives. The intimate movement from the joy and elation of Palm Sunday, to the ordination and lessons of Holy Thursday, culminating in betrayal, trials and humiliation that ends in Jesus' suffering and death on the cross. These days parallel our own steps toward salivation or the rejection of God's love. Sunday, a day of foreshadowing, starts the Church year with the wonder and mystery of Christ's eternal resurrection on Easter. 

Forever the joy. 

The richness of the Church and Her desire to walk with souls to their ultimate destination of salvation causes me to pause on this day more than any other and thank God for the humble sacrifice of His Son, our Savior. 

On this Good Friday, as the day begins, I return to listen to the roosters as their call to the world screaming, "Wake up, the time has come." ends as abruptly as it started. 

Following their lead, the best and most appropriate response to Jesus' most holy act of love and sacrifice is silence. 

Prolonged holy silence.

JMJ, pray for us.

God is good.

Jay