Christmas and Easter can be subjects for poetry, but Good Friday, like Auschwitz, cannot. The reality is so horrible it is not surprising that people should have found it a stumbling block to faith. W.H. Auden
Meditation: Even Jesus had moments when he lost his faith asking “Why have You forsaken me?”. He was going through tremendous suffering and agony at that moment. He was truly human. He shared all of our experiences, even that of losing trust and faith in God. Today is a black day. A day that does not allow not for poetry or beauty to cover up what Jesus went through. A day so bad that it was called “Good”. Jesus is joined by the countless victims of violence all over the world. There are no words to express the horror of the crucifixion. No words to describe the humiliation and the dehumanization of Auschwitz. No words to capture the horrors of the wars going on all around our globe.
Prayer: God in Jesus, the Christ, we believe that You suffered. You were crucified. You died. Often we want to protect You from such thoughts, as You are considered holy, almighty and removed from our earthly lot. However, You chose to come into hell on earth, You chose to abandon Your might in order to share our earthly lot, even through the horrors of violent death. God, help our unbelief. When we lose faith, let us join our brother Jesus by screaming: “My God, my God, why have You forsaken me?” You hear our lament, You know how we feel. Amen
About three in the afternoon Jesus cried out in a loud voice, “Eli, Eli, lema sabachthani?” (which means “My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?”). Matthew 27:46