The dripping blood our only drink,
The bloody flesh our only food:
In spite of which we like to think
That we are sound, substantial flesh and blood—
Again, in spite of that, we call this Friday good.
Those lines are from Four Quartets, by T.S. Eliot. Why do we call it ‘Good’ Friday? What do you say when a child asks you if Jesus died today, why don’t we call it ‘Bad Friday’?
We have quite a mixed attitude to the Cross of Jesus Christ.
We hear words based on Psalm 22, and are reminded that Jesus felt abandoned by his Father God on the cross, saying:
My God, my God,
why have you forsaken me?
The physical torture of the cross was surely more than enough for Jesus to endure, but he also experienced the absence of God for the first time in his entire life. For him in those moments there was no vindication. No rescue. Just the sheer agony of godforsakenness.
But we also sing,
When I survey the wondrous cross…
How can an instrument of sheer torture be ‘wondrous’? Are we mad?
The Cross is an absolute scandal. Yet we see in it the deep, deep love of God:
See from his head, his hands, his feet,
sorrow and love flow mingled down;
did e’er such love and sorrow meet…
And we see also a great victory here:
or thorns compose so rich a crown?
This is something like no other thing on earth. This is something that we have no comparison for. It stands alone.
Why do we call this Friday ‘good’? Why do we remember this man who died on a cross above all others who died on crosses, and above every other victim of injustice, terror and political envy?
Quite simply, we remember this man because God our Father raised him from the dead.
His friends and followers were totally demoralised when Jesus was betrayed and arrested. Peter denied him, the others scattered. A few women looked on from afar. It was all over.
Their world was shattered. Their hopes were gone. There could be a knock on their door at any time. They might be dragged away too. Nails could also be driven into their hands and their feet.
God hadn’t just abandoned Jesus. God had abandoned them too.
Before long, though, these same people were saying, ‘We have seen the Lord!’ And they were filled with a new energy and power that they recognised as God’s Holy Spirit.
How on earth…?
They had to grapple with what the cross meant. It could no longer only be an instrument of shame—we see sorrow there, yes, but also love.
As they looked back, they saw that God had brought something supremely good out of an absolute horror. Jesus lives—Jesus forgives those who had left him in the lurch, and even his killers—and Jesus is alive in them.
They began to see that death does not have the last word. The life of Jesus overwhelms death. Death is the second-last thing to happen; the last thing is resurrection to new life in God with Jesus Christ.
They saw that Jesus died for them, and they were transformed.
That same transformation is there for us today. We too can know the life of Jesus within. We can know too that the deepest, darkest losses and disappointments of life are never the last thing. The last thing is resurrection to new life in God with Jesus Christ.
And it starts now.
Easter Sunday isn’t a postscript to an ugly death. It isn’t a happy ever after ending. It’s a new beginning, a second chance at a new life. Don’t hang back from the Crucified One—he is risen!