Good Friday: Ruin Is In Place Here

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Ruin Is In Place Here

It is Good Friday and I recall the line from Wendell Berry’s poem, “A Bell Calls in the Town:” Ruin is in Place Here.

This is the message of Good Friday. Ruin is in Place Here.

Human tragedy, which began in one garden will now end on a hill near another called Gethsemane.

The events of the day recall the title of Robert Browning’s poem, “Love Among the Ruins.”

For understanding love among the ruins the Apostle John cannot be improved upon, “Having loved his own who were in the world, he now showed them the full extent of his love.”

Tonight we will gather for a ¢â‚¬Ëœtenebrae’ service. Tenebrae is Latin for shadows and we will recreate an element of the passion story ~ the hammering of spikes into a cross ~ ending in darkness.

James Segault made a cross this year. A big beamed-life sized cross. Barbed wire clings like vines to the beams. He painted two spikes red and drove them into the beams. The stark darkness of Good Friday is punctuated by the red stained spikes, reminding us that though ruin is in place here, there is love among the ruins and that for those who take up their cross and follow this Jesus, his love will soon turn their mourning into dancing.

C.S. Lewis

Love’s as warm as tears,
Love is tears:
Pressure within the brain,
Tension at the throat,
Deluge, weeks of rain,
Haystacks afloat,
Featureless seas between
Hedges, where once was green

Love’s as fierce as fire, 

Love is fire:

All sorts–Infernal heat

Clinkered with greed and pride, 

Lyric desire, sharp-sweet,

Laughing, even when denied, 

And that empyreal flame 

Whence all loves came. 

Love’s as fresh as spring,
Love is spring:
Bird-song in the air,
Cool smells in a wood,
Whispering “Dare! Dare!”
To sap, to blood,
Telling “Ease, safety, rest,
Are good; not best.”

Love’s as hard as nails,
Love is nails: 

Blunt, thick, hammered through 

The medial nerves of One 

Who, having made us, knew 

The thing He had done,
Seeing (what all that is)

Our cross, and His. 

(Image is the Crucifixion #5 by Sebastian Horsely)

Yours for the pursuit of God in the company of friends, Dick Staub.

PS. And remember, “these are the best of times and the worst of times, but they are the only times we have.” (For Now).

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