Tag Archives: Good Friday
April 12, 2017 by jmar198013
Because of Good Friday, in the darkness of this present age, we feel Jesus’ nail-pierced hands grasp our hands; and his feet walk beside our feet. And the same voice that told someone suffering beside him in the darkness: “I assure you that today you will be with me in paradise.” That voice says to us: Child, I know. They did it to me, too.Advertisements
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March 21, 2016 by jmar198013
While it was all going down:
While Jesus was being interrogated by Pilate. While the authorities were justifying the murder of an innocent man. While the hyper crowds were demanding that the outlaw Barabbas be pardoned, and Jesus be condemned. While Jesus was dragging his cross toward Skull Hill. While the soldiers (just doing their jobs) were nailing him up. While the soldiers (“they don’t pay us enough for this”) were gambling for his clothes. While he was crying out, wounded and thirsty. While he bowed his head and died.
While it was all going down, nobody knew that it was the light of the world being snuffed out.
But what his mother Mary knew;
What the other Marys knew;
What his beloved disciple knew;
What everyone he had ever loved and welcomed and fed and healed knew;
What Joseph of Arimathea and Nicodemus the Pharisee knew;
was that the light of THEIR world had been snuffed out.