Just amazing how people connect, and don’t connect, with worship services.
Of course its Good Friday today, and so we had a service. It was unique in that it was ecumenical, put on by our local Christian Council. It was really nice, right up to the end when two things happened, a blessing (benediction) and a reproach. The reproach is a traditional element of Good Friday services in the Reformed tradition. The idea is that we generally don’t get it. We don’t connect with the crucified God, we are not in touch with the abandoned Messiah, and we should think and pray long and hard about that. It’s presumptuous to imagine that we’d be among the very few who stayed at the foot of the cross with Jesus dying above them. It is much more likely we’d have ditched the scene like the disciples, or tried to stick around only to betray and deny him. In fact, it’s highly likely we’d be standing on the sidelines concurring with the leaders’ slander that Jesus saved others so he ought to be able to save himself. Or perhaps we’d have left the spectacle and gone on with whatever else we’d planned for that afternoon. This is exactly what just about everybody who attended our Good Friday service did – went merrily on with their Friday afternoon. We’d been asked to leave the service in silence (which most did not do) and to take a little different journey over the next 48 hours or so and think about God Crucified. For my part there were a few moments of silent reflection, most of which revealed to me just how out of touch I am with the events that unfolded that day – but I too went on to my list of things to do – chief among them being a swell and surf check. What a bummer that was, there won’t be good waves here for another two days or so… The disgrace…
The Reproach
O my people, O my church,
What have I done to you,
or in what have I offended you?
Answer me.
I led you forth from the land of Egypt
and delivered you by the waters of baptism,
but you have prepared a cross for your Savior.
Lord, have mercy.
Holy God,
Holy and mighty,
Holy immortal One,
have mercy upon us.
My peace I gave, which the world cannot give,
and washed your feet as a sign of my love,
but you draw the sword to strike in my name
and seek high places in my kingdom.
I offered you my body and blood,
but you scatter and deny and abandon me,
and you have prepared a cross for your Savior.
Lord, have mercy.