Good Friday? Really? – A Sermon on Suffering and Deathby Michael K. Marsh |
Good Friday: John 18:1-19:42
He
was arrested, tied up, interrogated, tortured, and executed. After that
his executioners took and divided his clothes among themselves. The
cross is always a story of suffering and death. There’s just no way
around it.
How is it that something as brutal as this has become the centerpiece of our faith?
There
is something about this story that is both attractive and repulsive,
compelling and embarrassing. We glory in the cross and we denounce such
violence when it happens in the world today. So why is this story of
suffering and death at the heart of our faith?
Some
say that Jesus suffered and died because we are so bad. I don’t agree. I
think Jesus suffered and died because we suffer and die. Who among us
today has not known suffering, loss, sorrow? Who here has not wept and
felt powerless at the suffering and loss of another? Who here has not in
some way been touched and affected by death?
The
cross is not exclusive to Jesus. It’s your story and my story. It’s the
story of Syria, America, ISIS, the Mother of All Bombs, and
Afghanistan. It’s the story of Jews, Muslims, and Christians. It’s the
story of those we love and those we hate. It’s the story of those we
know and those we will never meet. It’s the human story and the cross
stands in the middle of that story.
How
do you make sense of the cross? What do you do with the world’s
suffering? How do you understand your suffering? What explanations do
you have for the tragedies of life? What do you say when someone asks
you about her or his suffering? This is where I get stuck. Maybe we all
do. I have no good or easy answers. Do you? In the midst of this
insanity the only thing I have is a God who suffers. That’s why we cling
to and glory in the cross of Christ. It’s all we’ve got.
Jesus
is never more real, more human, more embodied, more identified with us,
than he is on the cross. It’s not at his birth, or in his teaching and
preaching, or the miracles he performs, or even at his resurrection.
It’s on the cross. It’s in his suffering and dying. It’s in our
suffering and dying.
Almost everyone ran away from Jesus’ cross on that first Good Friday.
I don’t think it’s because they were weak, unfaithful, or bad
disciples. It’s because the cross of our life is just too damn painful.
We want to get away from it. We want to find something good in the
horrific. We want to explain away the suffering. We want to make sense
of that which makes no sense. We want to flower the cross before it’s time and jump from Palm Sunday to Easter Sunday.
We
cannot, however, get around the cross of suffering and death. We can
only go through it. Today does not offer answers to or escape from our
sufferings. More than any other day in the church year, today holds our
sufferings before us. It's a hard day. I don't like it and I don't want
to face my sufferings. I suspect you don't either. But there in the
middle of our lives stands the cross.
What
is your story of suffering and loss? When was a time you thought your
heart couldn't break anymore than it already had? Who are the loved ones
you’ve lost? What is the pain that never goes away? When has your world
come to an end? When have you cried in the daytime, but had no answer
from God, or by night as well but found no rest (Psalm 22:2)? What
suffering do you bring today?
I wish I had answers and explanations. But I have none. I wish I could make sense of suffering, for you and for me. But I can't.
Jesus
does not take us down from our cross. Instead, he gets up on the cross
with us. That’s it. That's all I have to offer you. That’s all I know
about this day and I believe it with all that I am and all that I have.
Jesus does not take us down from our cross. Instead, he gets up on the
cross with us.
Today is not called Easy Friday. It is not called Happy Friday. And it's not called Painless Friday. What is today called?
Good Friday? Really?
I don't know how or why it's Good Friday. I can only trust that it is, and that somehow Good Friday is what carries us through our sufferings and deaths. It did yesterday. It is today. And it will tomorrow.
Good Friday? Really?
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