A Moment on Good Friday (2010)

A Moment on Good Friday

Christ died on a Friday afternoon.  They buried him before the Sabbath.  When he died – that moment he gave up breath — the world around him continued.  In Jerusalem, a relative few would be aware of his death.  For all that they may not have understood its meaning, they knew the reality, the concreteness of his crucifixion.  They saw the wood, the nails, the blood, the nakedness of his suffering.  They heard his words from the cross.  They saw him die.  At that moment, across the globe, people would be sleeping, waking, working, eating, waiting, fighting, sinning, suffering, playing, worshiping, being born, living, dying — all the things, from great to small, that make up life — these all continued as he died.

I don’t know that all on earth should have been made to pause at that time, or that those asleep should have been awakened.  Let life go on, he might say.  He had this to do alone– the wine press that only he could tread.  This was the solitary working out of our salvation. “My Father sent me that I might be lifted up upon the cross,” he would later say.

“I am come that ye might have life, and that more abundantly.”  He suffered that moment that we might have life—tangible, abundant, and eternal—and so that every life turned to dust and death might be repaired and renewed. For this he was sent.  For this he died.

On Good Friday we deliberately pause to remember that moment.  The world and life continue on as they did then.  But now the difference because of Him and the cross he suffered.  Now it is fitting that we who have heard his gospel should take a moment to remember the life he gave and in our own way take up the cross in imitation.

Take my moments and my days,
Let them flow in endless praise.
Take my intellect and use
Every pow’r as Thou shalt choose.

Take my will and make it Thine,
It shall be no longer mine;
Take my heart, it is Thine own,
It shall be Thy royal throne.

Take my love, my Lord, I pour
At Thy feet its treasure store;
Take myself and I will be
Ever, only, all for Thee.

(“Take my life and let it be, consecrated Lord to Thee” verse four to six–Frances R. Havergal)


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