Why We Should Dwell on Good Friday
I still vividly remember the first thing I noticed as the difference between Catholics and Protestants: the cross. The first time I every really took time to appreciate and reflect on a Catholic cathedral, I noticed so many differences between their worship spaces and the ones I grew up in. But the main thing that kept drawing my attention was the crucifix. There, the crucified Christ was portrayed in vivid and – in some cases – even revolting detail. Our Protestant crosses are, well… empty.
My seminary experience gave me some perspective on this. As Protestants, we focus on Christus Victor – the Victorious Christ, the Risen Lord who is victorious over death and sin. This is the lowly Carpenter’s Son who would soon resume his place as the King of Creation. All this earthly stuff – death, suffering, crying, blood, hunger and thirst – all those things would soon be washed away in the glory of Easter. It’s certainly a wonderful thing to celebrate!
But Catholic theology places much focus on the Incarnate Christ. This is the Jesus who was living and breathing, the Christ who was both Divine and human, but who chose for this time to allow his human side to show clearly. This is the Christ we can identify with – our High Priest, as the writer of Hebrews points out, who has experienced life as we did.
This is Emmanuel, the God-With-Us who is still with us in every part of life – not just the victorious parts. This is the Christ who is with us in our moments of sorrow (remember what Jesus did when his good buddy Lazarus died?), hunger and thirst, doubt (”My God, my God…”), and even fear and reluctance to do God’s will (”If it is possible, let this cup pass from me…”).
And yet we Protestants rush past these embarrassing moments of weakness – Good Friday is not a place to stop, certainly. It’s only a speed bump on the way to Easter. Let’s not worry about Good Friday, and not talk about the cross without talking about the empty tomb as well… And by making the crucifixion a speed bump, by focusing on how Easter will make a difference in the life to come, we skip over the very thing about Jesus that will make a difference in the here and now.
Is it any wonder that we, as Protestants, have a hard time coming to grips with the bad things that happen to us? Is it any wonder that we’re embarrassed by things like depression, doubt, and suffering? We can’t excuse them, and we can’t see God in them, so we choose to gloss them over by saying things like, “God has a plan,” or some such saying – true, but pithy – that makes light of the present circumstances in favor of what’s to come.
While the fact is, it is in precisely these times that Jesus draws as close to us as he will ever be this side of eternity.
In The Rainbow, D.H. Lawrence wrote, “Is the flesh which was crucified become as poison to the crowds in the street, or is it as a strong gladness and hope to them, as the first flower blossoming out of the earth’s humus?”
A few days ago, the girls and I planted some peanuts in a pot so that we can watch them grow in the weeks ahead. Already, we’re seeing little sprouts pop up out of the dirt, and it’s exciting to think what they’ll become! Even now, Abigail’s talks excitedly about eating the peanuts we’ll supposedly grow…
But to get to that exciting time someday soon, I knew better than they did what kinds of things would be required. Watering, watching and waiting. Trying to keep the pot away from probing fingers until the plant is strong enough to withstand the exploration of a three-year-old. And of course, there’s that inevitable moment when we had to get our hands dirty and put those shriveled seeds into the soil. To me, that was a special moment – and no matter what the peanut plants do (and knowing my luck with plants, they’ll probably die), I think I’ll long remember sitting in the floor with my girls, my hands wet and dirty, smelling the earth.
“… or is it as a strong gladness and hope to them, as the first flower blossoming out of the earth’s humus?”
Are we willing to linger on Good Friday? Are we willing to stay here long enough, in the dark sadness, to let its lessons seep into our souls and do us some good? May God grant us peace to linger here, by the crucified Christ, so that we may better understand what was required to make that Easter morning possible.
