Friday, April 14, 2017

April 14, 2017: Day 144

Good Friday
Last night, being one of the last to leave the church on Maundy Thursday, looking around there is always a starkness to the sanctuary.  All of the reserved sacrament has been disposed of.  The Alter Guild take our stoles and the alter cloths before the service is over. The crosses are covered in black cloths.  Everyone leaves in silence.

On Good Friday we are left with an emptiness. We are left with loss. This is that liminal space between the death and the loss of Jesus, with what will come with the promise of Easter.

The thing about loss, is that we often get lost in it.  It is hard to see the possibilities of what will grow from it.   It is hard sometimes to believe in the promise.  As I reflect on the last few months with Doug, I have held tightly to the promise of life and refused to believe he won't recover.  Is that stubbornness or is it faith? I don't know.  But even though there are hard days, and I wonder how long I can care for Doug at his current level of functioning,  I have to remember that this is just a time of transition. There is the loss of what was, but there is also the promise of new life.

We never know what that new life will look like. But I am reminded that God is doing better things for us than we can ask for or imagine.  Our job is to look with new eyes, to see the possibilities to come. And so for a time we live in this liminal space of what was to what will be.
Will, Doug and Fr. Dave.  Doug's first time at church in 5 months

God of Death and Resurrection, on this Good Friday, we are reminded of the pain and agony of your suffering. We are reminded of the loss of your life and the loss of your goodness in the world in a way we could not understand.  But we believe and know that you never leave us lingering in that loss and we are thankful.  Help us during this tridium, to review our own lives and to die to that which does not bring life so that we may awake this Easter to new joy and new life. Amen

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