Good Friday meditation


[This is the companion piece that Jessica wrote several years ago to go with mine from earlier today. As always, her insights are perhaps better than mine, but always slightly different.] Neo

We call it ‘Good Friday’. The altar in my church is stripped bare, and the crucifix is covered, and we leave with the smoke from the extinguished candles filling the gloom of an English spring afternoon; with temperatures stuck next to freezing, the shivers could have a number of causes; but meditating on the Passion of Our Lord is enough.  The sense of sorrow is an echo of that first Friday at Calvary, and it is hard to know, at that moment what is ‘good’ about it.

But when we stop in prayer and think, we can see precisely what is good.  It is the day on which all our sins are loaded on the Lamb of God when He takes upon His shoulders your sins and mine. What wonder is this? What have we done to be so rewarded? How can this be? What wondrous love is this? Good? Yes, the best news mankind ever had or ever will have. Whatever confessional allegiances divide us, I like to feel on this day of all days, the Cross of Christ unites us.

I leave it to all the clever men to explain what in my heart I know is simple. Christ loves me. He loves us all. He did what He did, He suffered what He suffered willingly. He knew it would be terrible, and He would have preferred it if it had been otherwise, but that makes it all the more precious.

The American expression ‘when the rubber hits the road’ comes to mind. This is where our salvation was earned, and not by us. With every nail that was hammered in, as with every stripe He bore for us, we are being saved. If we find those sufferings horrible, we should know that is how God finds our sins; God did something about it – what are we doing?

It was through the breaking of that body on the Cross, and the spilling of that blood that we see what He meant on the evening of the Last Supper. His Body was broken for us; His blood spilled for us. Some of us believe that at the Eucharist we receive His Body and Blood as He said; others that it is in memory of Him. Well, Good Friday is no time to rehearse what divides us – yet more stripes we apply to His back. It is a time for prayer and contemplation.

Mine is that for all of us, the Spirit of Christ may be with us this Easter, and that we may know Him as Lord, and worship Him and be thankful for what He has done for us. What did we do to earn it? Nothing. What can we do to be worthy of it? Just heed His call to repent and follow Him in belief that He is the Christ.

In the shadow of the Cross we kneel and pray and give thanks – we are redeemed through His suffering. As the ancient hymn has it, let all mortal flesh keep silent. He has saved us. It is Good Friday – be sad and yet rejoice.

Tomorrow as we continue our Easter posts, Jessica will lead with her excellent Easter Saturday post. I will follow around noon.


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6 Responses to Good Friday meditation

  1. the unit says:

    Yep, “the Cross of Christ unites us.”
    X marks the spot of unity.
    Poor Pope Francis came to Yogi’s fork, not cross, in the road and took it. 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

    • NEO says:

      I think so. 🙂

      Liked by 1 person

    • Annie says:

      I remember reading that the artist who made Pope Paul VI’s staff had been a witness to a crucifixion and wished to convey the awful reality of what actually happened to a human body (and also Our Lord’s) when mistreated that way. The elongated arms show they have been pulled from their sockets – the whole weight of the body has also drawn down the ends of the cross beam. 😢

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      • the unit says:

        Interesting. So most Popes carry the ferula. Bishops carry the shepherd’s crook. And like I said…the crook carries a forked one. 🙂

        Liked by 1 person

        • NEO says:

          Yep. 🙂


      • NEO says:

        Yes, a very horrible way to die.


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