Good Friday

It’s Good Friday, which strikes me as an occasion when not much can or should be said. Last night our Lord instituted the means with which we can have Him with us in His Substance; Jesus gave us last night the Mass, that is, He gave us Himself in His actual Body and Blood. And tonight, He will be gone from us. The substantial Presence we take so much comfort in, that physical Presence of our Lord that rests in that Tabernacle, will be gone, He will go away from us as He went into St. Joseph of Arimathea’s new tomb. We have prepared a Cross for our Savior, and there is no getting to Paradise without first beholding that Cross. There is no joy in that, but there is hope. There is the hope that we might feel the confusion and pain St. John felt as he stood at the foot of the Cross, helpless and soon to be alone. There is the hope that we might feel some of the anguish our Lady felt as her Son was taken off the Cross and laid in her arms. There is the hope that we might feel some of the humble devotion Joseph of Arimathea felt while he begged the Body of his Lord from Pilate. And there is the hope that tomorrow night we might feel the joy of the Magdalene when she first caught sight of her resurrected Lord. But for now, the Cross.

Advertisements
This entry was posted in Uncategorized. Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s