Good Friday, 30th March

Lenten Journeys

Good Friday, 30th March

30 March 2018

Good Friday, 30th March

From Today’s Gospel:

They then took charge of Jesus, and carrying his own cross he went out of the city to the place of the skull or, as it was called in Hebrew, Golgotha, where they crucified him.…Jesus knew that everything had now been completed, and to fulfil the scripture perfectly he said: “I am thirsty.”

A jar full of vinegar stood there, so putting a sponge soaked in the vinegar on a hyssop stick they held it up to his mouth.

After Jesus had taken the vinegar he said, “It is accomplished”;
and bowing his head he gave up his spirit.

John 19:17,28-30

Today is Good Friday: the day we commemorate the crucifixion of Jesus Christ. As you walk with Jesus today, as he carries his cross, can you recall the journeys of the refugees you have accompanied with us during Lent?

Journeying through the Triduum

The liturgy today invites us to stand at the foot of the cross, to be with Jesus in these final moments of his life. As you stand with Jesus, what memories of our journey come to mind?

Can you recall the times you accompanied our refugee friends in those moments of loneliness, of isolation, of a thirst for justice?

We invite you to spend time with the Lord and those recollections today, at the foot of the cross.

A splinter of painted wood

Read and pray with Phil’s reflection, as he finds the wood of the cross present in the stories of those we’ve accompanied through Lent. 

We invite you to speak to the Lord about all that arises in your heart, as you sit at the foot of the cross today. 

A splinter of painted wood brings back to me the memory of so many men, women and children crying for aid, crying for water, crying for life. It carries with it the urgent sound of waves lapping at our rickety life raft, salt water sloshing over the sides, the threat of the sea which once supported us but is now about to swallow us whole. The sun beats down and gives us no relief. Our throats are parched. There is only emptiness from horizon to horizon. Our boat begins to sink.

At three o’clock, it slips all too silently beneath the waves. Darkness covers us. It is as though we had never passed this way.

By four o’clock the cries have stopped.

Phil Harrison SJ

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