The readings of Good Friday are about pain, not just Jesus’
pain. If the cross is about anything it is about the whole experience of
creation’s suffering and about God entering into that suffering.
It is to me also about the silence of God,
about, the death of God. If we fully enter into the experience of the disciples
and followers of Jesus at this time we will find bewilderment, confusion and
grief. Psalm 22 is a psalm about a person has been utterly cut off from God and
the human community, yet who in the end, achieves some sense of peace. It has
echoes to Jesus’ cry from the cross and in gethsemane. He is feeling so bad
that he no longer defines himself as human but rather as a worm. After having
complained to God that God is not be found, the thought of the psalmist turns
to the history of god’s people and the promises of God and in them he finds
some hope and future, despite what he feels in the present.
Psalm
22 gives expression to the unutterable despair felt by one whom circumstances
have cast completely adrift from all the reference points in life and from all
other persons who lend joy and hope. There is no glimmer of divine grace,
except for that which memory can borrow from the past. God is gone, and God’s
only presence is a distant flame.
This
is where I believe Good Friday calls us to sit. In the absence of God. It is
where the disciples were. all that they believed and held dear was shattered.
We usually undertake Good Friday with a real sense of the closeness of Easter
and of hope and resurrection. In other words we don’t really give credibility
to the crucifixion and to our pain.
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