Good Friday

Good Friday – 10th April

 

‘So you do now believe, do you?’ Jesus said to his disciples. Look the time is now coming (in fact it’s now arrived!) when you will be scattered, each of you to their home. You will leave me alone – though I’m not alone, because the father is with me. I’ve said these things so that you can have peace in me’ (John 16. 31-33).

In this pandemic crisis Jesus calls us to believe, even though we are scattered to our homes. Today Jesus is isolated, but not from his father, calling to his father as he died,  “Here is my spirit, father! You can take care of it now!” (Luke 23.46). Jesus speaks for all the isolated, especially those in hospital.

Pope Francis. “I’m thinking at this time of the saints who live next door. They are heroes – doctors, volunteers, shop workers, carers – all performing their duty so that society can continue functioning. Many have died. If we become aware of this miracle of the next-door saints, if we follow their tracks, the miracle will end well, for the good of all.”

In this pandemic we are discovering ‘who matters’. We are all asking ‘how can we make society safe for everyone?’. A new societal covenant is being born as we discover our wellbeing is bound up together, and we must protect each other by staying at home. For we know that each person is valued, each person is loved by God.

 

Tune: Ar Hyd Y Nos (“All through the night”)

1/ Through the love of God, our Saviour,

all will be well.

Free and changeless is his favour;

all, all is well.

Precious is the blood that healed us,

perfect is the grace that sealed us,

strong the hand stretched forth to shield us;

all must be well.

 

2/ Though we pass through tribulation,

all will be well.

Ours is such a full salvation,

all, all is well.

Happy still in God confiding,

fruitful, if in Christ abiding,

holy, through the Spirit’s guiding;

all must be well.

 

3/ We expect a bright tomorrow;

all will be well.

Faith can sing through days of sorrow,

‘All, all is well.’

On our Father’s love relying,

Jesus every need supplying,

in our living, in our dying,

all must be well.

Words: Mary Peters (1813-1856)

 

Collect for Holy Saturday

In the depth of our isolation

we cry to you, Lord God

give light in our darkness

and bring us out of the prison of our despair;

through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.

 

Shakespeare’s Sonnet 29

When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes
I all alone beweep my outcast state,
And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries,
And look upon myself, and curse my fate,
Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,
Featured like him, like him with friends possessed,
Desiring this man's art, and that man's scope,
With what I most enjoy contented least;
Yet in these thoughts my self almost despising,
Haply I think on thee, and then my state,
Like to the lark at break of day arising
From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate;
   For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings
   That then I scorn to change my state with kings.


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