Good Friday, Lent, Luke

Standing witness

I’m living through this Holy Weekend the same way I lived through Lent, engaged by the scripture but still … at a distance. It’s not the first year I’ve been unoccupied by a church at this season – 2013 and 2014 were the same – but it’s the first year I’m fairly sure I won’t ever be in the role of local church pastor again. If I skipped church this weekend, who would notice? It’s a strange feeling.

And everyone who knew him, including the women who had followed him from Galilee, stood at a distance observing these things. (Luke 23:49, CEB)

I wonder about the experience of the women around Jesus, not just on this day, but throughout his ministry. Luke is less specific about the support they offered. Here they have simply “followed him from Galilee.” I’m not sure what that implies, although it certainly tells us that they traveled with him to what they must have assumed was the very and most bitter end.

We trust they were really there, both because someone had to bring back the eyewitness accounts, and because if the tradition gave women credit for something, it must have been true. Who were they? Were they friends from the beginning? Did they jostle each other for his attention, form alliances, keep to themselves? (The disciples certainly behaved like contestants on The Bachelor, each one making the case for his own superiority, each one taking pride of place.) You’ve got to say this for the women: they didn’t scatter.

At my Bible Study last week we considered how they found the courage to stand by and watch, even at a distance, the terrible things that happened to Jesus on that Friday. Maybe, someone suggested, they thought there would be a miracle! Yes, and I have often wondered if they expected some heroic rescue, whether by allies or by a change of Pilate’s mind.

Even at a distance, it was terrible. This feels like the most obvious statement one could make. The situation was terrible, the death was terrible.

Even at a distance, even today, it is terrible.

And even today, the world is full of terrible things, terrible violence and mayhem and cruelty.

I wish it felt like comfort to know that God in the person of Jesus suffered the reality of some of the worst things humans can do, wish it felt like comfort to know he understands the hearts and minds of 8-year-old murder victims and poisoned babies, to know he feels the outsider pain of queer and trans folk, to know he hurts with brown and black people oppressed everywhere, to know that he embodied the story of death by religious bigotry.

Last night I thought hard about whether to even go to church. I’m feeling powerless to do much, and aware of my lack of place in any congregation. I wondered, who will care if I go? What difference will it make? Then I got a text from kathrynzj encouraging me to come to worship. The other preacher at my house said later she could feel me trying to decide what to do.

As I crossed the street, I thought, “I guess Jesus will notice I’m here.”

And I want to think he noticed them, too, that he knew, in those last terror-full hours that someone cared, that the women understood how to bear witness and embody a ministry of presence, even at a distance.

Holy Jesus, I cannot stop the troubles of the world, but I promise to keep standing witness. Amen.

Good Friday

At a Distance

But all his acquaintances, including the women who had followed him from Galilee, stood at a distance watching these things. (Luke 23:49, NRSV)

They have no names in Luke, the followers from Galilee, the women who stood at a distance. A predictably stressful trip to the big city for the holiday became a disaster, dinner with trusted friends giving way to betrayal, arrest, a night without sleep as they waited for word. The new day brought no solace. They watched the cross carried, saw other women — who didn’t know him — wailing and beating their breasts, maybe the same ones who yelled, “Crucify him! Crucify him!”

They watched the lots cast, his clothing divided by strangers, robes they brushed against serving at table the night before.

They watched and listened, heard the scoffing insults, read the sign over his head:

This is the King of the Jews.”

But this was the King of Love, speaking kindly to the criminal beside him. The women stood at a distance; even if they could not hear his words, they recognized his tone and his expression.

Their hearts tuned to his love, they did not run. They blinked back. They swallowed hard. They waited. They waited to see what the authorities would do, watched for a chance to care for his body. When they knew where he would be, they went to prepare the spices and ointments.

At the tomb, we will hear their names, but for today, remember how they followed and stood at a distance, fierce and waiting. Remember their perspective, not just their view of the terrible way he died, but their understanding of his life and their love for him. Remember their witness, their determined patience through the long, hard day.

I imagine they drew strength from him, but I imagine they drew it from each other, too. I imagine clasped hands, familiar postures, shallow breaths, faces set toward Jerusalem just like his.

They waited at a distance to do one more good service.

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Good Friday, Music

Good Friday Mix

Rather than a service today, we have our sanctuary open for reflection and prayer. I’ve prepared a meditation guide; Good Friday meditation. I’ll also be playing music, and since friends on Facebook asked, here is my exceedingly eclectic Good Friday mix.

Anonymous 4 (American Angels)
Trad: Wondrous Love
Trad: Sweet Hour Of Prayer
Trad: Wayfaring Stranger
Trad: New Britain (Amazing Grace)
Trad: Idumea

Johnny Cash (American III – Solitary Man)
Wayfaring Stranger

Van Morrison (Avalon Sunset)
When Will I Ever Learn to Live In God

Ben Harper
Better Way

The Blind Boys of Alabama (Bridge Over Troubled Water)
Bridge Over Troubled Water
Jesus On My Mind
                 (Higher Ground)
I Shall Not Walk Alone

Jay Ungar & Molly Mason (Civil War Classics)
Ashokan Farewell

Jack White (Cold Mountain)
Wayfaring Stranger

Alison Krauss (Cold Mountain)
The Scarlet Tide

Tim Eriksen (Cold Mountain)
Am I Born To Die?

Reeltime Travelers (Cold Mountain)
Like A Song Bird That Has Fallen

Sacred Harp Singers (Cold Mountain)
I’m Going Home
Idumea

Eric Clapton (Complete Clapton)
Tears In Heaven

The Cox Family (Down from the Mountain)
I Am Weary (Let Me Rest)

Leonard Cohen (The Future)
Anthem

Colin Davis and LSO (Handel: Messiah)

Behold The Lamb Of God
He Was Despised

Surely He Hath Borne Our Griefs, & With His Stripes, All We Like Sheep

Chanticleer & Yvette Flunder (How Sweet the Sound)
Be Still and Know

Andrew Lloyd Webber, etc. (Jesus Christ Superstar)
Trial Before Pilate (Including The 39 Lashes)
Crucifixion

Johnny Cash (My Mother’s Hymn Book)
Just As I Am

Norumbega Harmony (Sing and Joyful Be)
Wondrous Love
Sacred Throne

The Wright Combination (Spiritual Evolution)
Take My Mother Home

Taizé (Jubilate)
Jesus, Remember Me

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Due to a CD drive fail on my laptop, there is a lot of music I would have liked to use that is not on this list.

Good Friday, Holy Week

The Women

Early this morning I began thinking about them. We don’t know if they were at supper the night before. We don’t know who brought them the news about Jesus’ arrest. We only know that they went to the cross.
Here are their names, according to:
Many women…among them were Mary Magdalene, and Mary the mother of James and Joseph, and the mother of the sons of Zebedee. (Matthew)
There were also women…among them were Mary Magdalene, and Mary the mother of James the younger and of Joses, and Salome…and there were many other women who had come up with him to Jerusalem. (Mark)
But all his acquaintances, including the women who had followed him from Galilee, stood at a distance watching these things. (Luke)
Meanwhile, standing near the cross of Jesus were his mother, and his mother’s siter, Mary the wife of Clopas, and Mary Magdalene. (John)
They stood at the cross, and they witnessed his death. And I cannot stop thinking about them, these vaguely named women with one exception, grouped and regrouped.
We watched “Gospel of John” this week, and that film placed Mary Magdalene at the supper the night of his arrest, as a witness to the Farewell Discourse, as a beloved disciple touched by our Lord and going out with him across the Kidron Valley. And it’s not enough for me. Weren’t they all there? These nice Jewish women left their homes and their families and went with him. They “provided for him.” Surely they made the supper happen after the disciples found the room. Surely they were the first people some stray, fleeing disciple ran back to tell. Surely they went out looking for him and became part of the crowd watching the terrible events of Friday unfold.
This is the first year in my ministry that I haven’t had a service on Good Friday. They have been sparsely attended, and in two churches, only by women. We’ve sat at the foot of the cross together, looking on from the distance of almost two thousand years, feeling their grief and some sense of his pain, loving him in our way, as they loved him in theirs.
Today I’ll go with my daughter to another church for a noon service, to grieve for Jesus, and I’ll be remembering those other women, with their shifting names and their unshifting hearts.