March 25, 2016
On this Good Friday I am broken with the fact that we killed God. I am also staggered by the fact that God not only allowed it, but he planned it so I would be part of his kingdom. It is staggering to contemplate. I was reminded this morning of a poem we have read at many of our Good Friday services. It is called "They Took Him Down" and it was written by Jamie Owens. This poem should be read at 3 o'clock this afternoon.
They took Him down, His poor dead body,
and prepared Him for His burial.
They took Him down, His poor pale body
drained of life, ashen, and stained
with its own life-blood.
His healing hands, now pierced and still;
Serving hands, that broke five loaves
to feed five thousand;
Holy hands, often folded in fervent prayer;
Poor gentle hands, now pierced and still.
His poor torn feet, now bloodied and cold;
Feet that walked weary miles
to bring good news to broken hearts
Feet once washed in penitent's tears;
Poor torn feet, now bloodied and cold.
His kingly head, made for a crown,
now crowned—with thorns.
His poor kingly head, crowned with thorns.
His gentle breast, now pierced by
spear-thrust, quiet and still;
His poor loving breast.
His piercing eyes, now dark and blind;
Eyes of compassion, warming the soul;
Fiery eyes, burning at sin;
Tender eyes, beckoning sinners;
His piercing eyes, now dark and blind.
His matchless voice, fountain of the Father's
thoughts, stopped—
and stilled—to speak no more.
Silence now, where once had flowed
Wisdom and comfort, Spirit and life;
His matchless voice; stilled, to speak no more.
They took Him down, His poor dead body,
and prepared Him for his burial.
As we will sing tonight in church….
Sometimes it causes me to tremble, tremble, tremble…
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