Showing posts with label Good Friday. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Good Friday. Show all posts

Friday, April 7, 2023

Good Friday Musings

 

To lay down my life

in a moment is one thing—

I think I could do that

for Jesus or protecting others...

 

But to lay down my life

day in and day out,

to say no to sweet kisses,

to strong arms and loving acceptance...

...surely not!


 And yet...that is the call

more than the first—

To lay down my life again and again,

to open my hands to loss

and find it gain


To lay down my life

and the longings of my heart—

I cannot—not on my own;

Pry open my grasping hand,

my Fierce and Kind Redeemer


Place Your hand in mine,

that I may grasp firmly

the stinging nettle of sacrifice

and be raised to new and eternal Life. 

 

 

Friday, April 15, 2022

Turning Tables

 
In this season of bright sadness
a voice in the dark says:
"Go. There is nothing left
for you here," all is madness

We go. In silence we slide
out into the night,
round moon slicing the sky
above, its sadness bright

The table is turned,
the wine swallowed burned
its way down inside
now part of us, blood of Christ

Christ, bloody and torn
turns universe-tables,
Son of Man crowned with thorns
endures epithets, labels of scorn

Dark sun shades that day
we remember as this weekend
crawls on toward the ember
of new fire, night turning grey

Ashes of sadness form a nest
for Heaven's Fire to rest
before He leaps upward
in life—excelling mythic-bird

There is nothing left
here in the tomb—death bereft
of corpse and terrible sting,
Life holds in hand the final victory

The Fullest Extent of Love 
exited the grave on His own two feet,
turning the sadness of sorrow sweet. . .



Sunday, April 1, 2018

Hallelujah!



Proof of the healing God has been doing in my life and heart the last year or so: I was just hoping that tomorrow was Sunday, because I was looking forward to going to church. I just spent parts of the past four days at church for Holy Week. . .and I wanted to go again tomorrow.

"My heart overflows with a good theme," and "my tongue is the pen of a ready writer..."

Thanks be to God!

Friday, April 3, 2015

Caiaphas Bows to Bentham



How they had waited, constantly plotting
To remove that rabble-rouser from the streets;
His uprising had led to blood-shedding,
Now he was in a cell, his own blood clotting
From wounds he had received—
Death soon would be his reward;
Another disappointing zealot, rotting



So, the leaders went on about their feast,
Their underhanded work done by Roman law,
As the lamb was chosen for the Passover
And those same rulers devoured the beast,
They began scheming to trap their next victim,
That bold, would-be-messiah the people favoured,
Treated like a king, turning them from the priest



Long had they sought to catch that pest
In word or deed, yet always he managed to hide,
Or to walk away from their upraised stones
Having exposed the sins their own hearts caressed,
Leaving them in consternation over this and
Much more, forgiving sinners as if he were God—
Surely for blasphemy they could make an arrest



Now, in the confluence of time and place,
During the Passover supper, the moment came,
One of the rabbi's followers could be bought,
He was willing to sell his master without a trace
Of remorse or guilt as the silver crossed his palm—
At last the trap had sprung! The messiah-king
Would no more be a threat to the Jewish race



"It is imperative to sacrifice one to save all,"
So the high priest had said, a grimace on his face;
Now they had removed the rabble-rousing rabbi
From before Caiaphas, to deal with the Roman law—
His beard plucked out, his back shedding blood;
How little they knew they had sent the Lamb
To be slaughtered, the Sacrifice, once for all



To their chagrin, Pilate offered a deal,
The zealot-murderer, or this taciturn king,
One he would free during the feast, one condemn,
He asked the people which sentence to repeal,
And to his horror and disbelief, as one they chose
The militant man, to be released into their midst
A man who was known to cause strife and to steal



The religious men shook upraised fists,
Unable to have both firebrands extinguished—
Still, it was expedient that one man might die
Not the whole race, so there hung Jesus by his wrists
The very Lamb of God, Who takes away all sins
The only One who could possibly save all men—
Priest and Sacrifice, Servant and King—very God he is.



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*About the title: Bentham is the founder of modern Utilitarianism