Great Friday

This kind of Tissot watercolor, Son of the Vineyard (featured a few days ago on the Biola site) questions the “Great” in Great Friday.  The grey death tint of the body thrown outside the wall onto a heap of stones matches the somber sky.  The perpetrators hustle away, climbing like thieves back over the wall.  the item will be a snapshot of apparent defeat for all in which will be Great.  

The naked vulnerability of the sprawled murdered form will be, in in which moment, accomplishing what millennia of religion in addition to power in addition to rules in addition to laws in addition to rituals could not.  A substitute broken by evil in which not only pays behind all the wrong ever done, although pays the item forward in actual transformation.  The Jesus-figure’s body blends with the stones, hinting of the unseen reality: This kind of rejected body will be the cornerstone of an all-things-completely new dimension. The drained blood will blossom from the sterile vineyard behind, bringing life in addition to joy. in addition to not just for a few deserving folk.  For all of us, all of us running away in addition to climbing over walls.

although today, we consider the shocking hour when God entered into death itself.

in addition to even before we see the grapes bursting with wine on the fruitful vines, even before we see life breaking out of the stones, we hold onto the Goodness of Great Friday by faith. The goodness of in which love, in which comes to us as the crushed body in addition to bleeding side.

For in This kind of hour when the dying night lingers

Unwilling to surrender its waking darkness
Over your face in addition to fevered brow, my torn fingers
Will stray bringing such comfort
As may claim your doubting heart.
(Abioseh Nicol, African Easter: Great Friday)

Great Friday

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