It seems almost irreverent to post a Friday Five on Good Friday, so I will try to treat it with some respect. I am still mulling over the darkness of last nights Tenebrae Service, the silence as we left was profound, and although I traveled home with others we did not speak, there was a holiness about it…..and yet we know that holiness was born of horror!
So as we enter into this darkest of days I offer you this Friday Five:
1. Of all the gospel accounts of the crucifixion, which one stands out for you, and why?
I prefer John’s account, primarily because of the moment where Jesus creates a family in the midst of pain and loss. When Jesus tells John that Mary is now his mother, he provides for her and gives her support and gives John someone to comfort and care for him. In this darkest of moments Jesus is still focused on creating a new community that goes beyond traditional roles and ensures that everyone is cared for.
2.Do you identify with any people in this account, how does that challenge you?
I don’t know if I identify as much as I’m intrigued by the character of Pilate. He gets a relatively large amount of coverage in more than one gospel and his behavior is curious to me. I also find it interesting that this is the circumstance in which he became friends with Herod, when before they had been enemies. That says to me that after this, Pilate went down a dark path, yet prior to this he wasn’t willing to be the one responsible for murdering Jesus because he seemed to almost like him. I just wonder what happened to him after all this.
3. Hymns or silence?
I like a mix of both. I like singing and then I like the service to end in silence.
4. Post a poem or a quote that sums up Good Friday for you?
Since I’m a musician I go with the hymns and my favorite is When I Survey the Wondrous Cross.
When I survey the wondrous cross on which the Prince of Glory died; my richest gain I count but loss, and pour contempt on all my pride. Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast, save in the death of Christ, my God; all the vain things that charm me most, I sacrifice them to his blood. See, from his head, his hands, his feet, sorrow and love flow mingled down. Did e'er such love and sorrow meet, or thorns compose so rich a crown. Were the whole realm of nature mine, that were an offering far too small; love so amazing, so divine, demands my soul, my life, my all.
5.Is there a tradition you could not be without, a tradition that makes Good Friday, Good Friday?
Nothing other than going to church. Observing Lent and Holy Week was something I started doing as an adult so I don’t have long-held, ingrained traditions.