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Good Friday 2020

I’ve been asked to do the video reflections for our Methodist Circuit this week.

By recording in chunks and with the help of my beloved I have managed to put these together, so I’m sharing them here.

Good Friday is traditionally a day of desolation.  Perhaps this year we feel that sense of desolation more keenly than ever. Perhaps you feel that you have sacrificed a lot, willingly or otherwise we have had to give up so much. We are feeling the pain of separation and our loss of normal.

Today, we can bring all that to the cross.

All Done

Cristo crucificado

Matthew 27:45-56, Mark 15:33-41, Luke 23:44-49, John 19: 28-37

It is done.
I can do no more.
I have given everything,
my life,
all that I am.

Given it to you.
Given it for you.
Given to all.
Given for all.
Lord,
as I look on your all,
your sacrifice,
your offering,
your giving
I stand in awe,
in worship,
in feeling unworthy
and incapable
of living up to it.

But you call me to you,
and you call me to follow,
to live,
to love,
to be
in your love
and in your name.

I kneel at your cross
and ask
that as your life flows from you,
it flows in and through me,
that I may
show some spark of you
in this world.

Only through you

From my book Voices Through Holy Week and Easter, available from Moorleys VoicesThroughHolyWeekandEaster-1

No Price

Nikolaj Nikolajewitsch Ge 002

Matthew 27:3-10

It turns out
thirty pieces of silver
is no price for a life.
Not for his,
and certainly not for mine.

What have I done?
I was trying to help,
move things along.
How wrong could I be?

I have betrayed a man
who never did anything wrong
and now
I can’t take it back,
they won’t let me.

What can I do?
I don’t want this money,
I was a fool,
easily bought,
too quick to go along
with someone else plan.

How can I ever make this right?
How can I atone
for the life I have wasted,
the life I have betrayed,
sold short?
Nothing and no one
can save me.

I have no hope left,
I sold my hope,
my peace,
my opportunity for a new life
and it wasn’t worth it.

When I have no hope left,
no hope in myself
or the world around,
may I remember Lord
that my hope is in you
and you alone
and hold to it.

 

Taken from my book Voices through Holy Week and Easter, available from MoorleysVoicesThroughHolyWeekandEaster-1