Good Friday - Rick Gratton
A Reading, Picture, Poem and Music for Good Friday
Reading (from Matthew 27 45-46)
From the sixth hour until the ninth hour darkness came over all the land. About the ninth hour Jesus cried out in a loud voice, "Eloi, Eloi, lama sabachthani?"--which means, "My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?"
To be human is to deal with death so I have wagered all to taste the fruit
of this desolate new Eden. To be human is to court the risk of failure, and so I
embrace this tree of knowledge of despair. And to be human is to know that God
may be illusion. so I have made myself human enough to doubt and disbelieve.
What else is left for God to understand? Faith is the gamble of a dying man.
The condemned son cries out into the dark guessing his father hears, yet will not come.
What kind of love is this that keeps such silence? My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?