Good Friday,
anniversary of Jesus' death on the cross. According to the
Gospels, Jesus was put to death on the Friday before Easter Day.
Since the early church Good Friday has been observed by fasting
and penance. In the Orthodox, Roman Catholic, and Anglican
traditions, the celebration of the Eucharist is suspended;
liturgical service involves veneration of the cross, the Passion
narrative from the Gospel of St. John, and communion using bread
and wine consecrated the previous day, Maundy Thursday. Other
forms of observance include prayer and meditation at the
Stations of the Cross, a succession of 14 images, usually on
wooden crosses, depicting Christ's crucifixion and the events
leading up to it.
It's a supreme paradox that we now call the day Jesus was
crucified. Many believe this name simply evolved—as language
does. They point to the earlier designation, God's Friday, as
its root. (This seems a reasonable conjecture, given that
goodbye evolved from God be with you.) Whatever its origin, the
current name of this holy day offers a fitting lesson to those
of us who assume (as is easy to do) that good must mean happy.
We find it hard to imagine a day marked by sadness as a good day.
Of
course, the church has always understood that the day commemorated on
Good Friday was anything but happy. Sadness, mourning, fasting, and
prayer have been its focus since the early centuries of the church. A
fourth-century church manual, the Apostolic Constitutions, called Good
Friday a "day of mourning, not a day of festive Joy." Ambrose, the
fourth-century archbishop who befriended the notorious sinner Augustine
of Hippo before his conversion, called it the "day of bitterness on
which we fast."
Many Christians have historically kept their churches unlit or draped in
dark cloths. Processions of penitents have walked in black robes or
carried black-robed statues of Christ and the Virgin Mary. And
worshippers have walked the "Stations of the Cross," praying and singing
their way past 14 images representing Jesus' steps along the Via
Dolorosa to Golgotha.
Yet, despite—indeed because of—its sadness, Good Friday is truly good.
Its sorrow is a godly sorrow. It is like the sadness of the Corinthians
who wept over the sharp letter from their dear teacher, Paul, convicted
of the sin in their midst. Hearing of their distress, Paul said, "My joy
was greater than ever." Why? Because such godly sorrow "brings
repentance that leads to salvation and leaves no regret" (2 Cor. 7:10).
I like to think the linguistic accident that made "God's Friday" into
"Good Friday" was no accident at all. It was God's own doing—a sharp,
prophetic jab at a time and a culture obsessed by happiness. In the
midst of consumerism's Western playground, Good Friday calls to a
jarring halt the sacred "pursuit of happiness." The cross reveals this
pursuit for what it is: a secondary thing.
This commemoration of Christ's death reminds us of the human sin that
caused this death. And we see again that salvation comes only through
godly sorrow—both God's and, in repentance, ours. To pursue happiness,
we must first experience sorrow. He who goes forth sowing tears returns
in joy. At the same time, of course, Good Friday recalls for us the
greatness and wonder of God's love—that He should submit to death for
us. No wonder, in parts of Europe, the day is called not "Good," but
"Great" or "Holy" Friday.
Today, Christian liturgies reflect the gravity of Christ's act. Services
linger on the details of Christ's death and the extent of His sacrifice.
Often the Stabat Mater is performed—a thirteenth-century devotional poem
remembering Mary's vigil by the cross. The poem begins "Stabat Mater
Dolorosa"—that is, "a grief-stricken mother was standing."
To commemorate the Lord's hours on the cross, many Protestants hold
their Good Friday services between noon and 3. They reflect, in a series
of readings and songs, on Christ's seven last words. (1: "Father,
forgive them, for they know not what they do." 2: "Today shalt thou be
with me in paradise." 3: "Woman, behold thy son!" 4: "My God, my God,
why hast thou forsaken me?" 5: "I thirst." 6: "It is finished." 7:
"Father, into Thy hands I commend my spirit.") This form originated with
seventeenth-century Peruvian Jesuits, one of many cases in which modern
Protestants have picked up Catholic devotional practices.
In the Catholic Good Friday Mass, the altar is stripped of all
adornments, and worshipers venerate the cross by kissing a crucifix. In
the "Ceremony of the Winding Sheet," Greek Catholics carry a cloth
depicting Jesus' dead body in procession to a shrine, where the priest
places it in a symbolic tomb.
Some Western churches still celebrate a medieval liturgy called the
Tenebrae, or Service of Darkness, in which candles and lights are
gradually extinguished until the congregation sits in complete
darkness—a representation of the darkness that covered the earth at the
death of Jesus (Mark 15:33). Scripture readings and hymns lead the
worshipers in a communal repentance for the sins that made the
Crucifixion necessary.
The Tenebrae service ends with the strepitus, a loud, harsh noise such
as the slamming of a book or crashing of a cymbal. This echoes several
scriptural sounds: the final cries of Jesus, the earthquake at his death
(Matt. 27:46-53), the shutting of His tomb, and the second earthquake at
His rising (Matt. 28:2).
We do not need to be as notorious in our sinning as Oscar Wilde
(1854–1900) to remember our own darkness, as he did, on Good Friday.
Wilde's 1881 poem "E Tenebris," titled after the Tenebrae, reflects his
own long, conflicted entrance into Christianity that would culminate in
a deathbed conversion. In the poem, he appeals for mercy: Come down, O
Christ, and help me! reach thy hand, For I am drowning in a stormier sea
Than Simon on thy lake of Galilee: The wine of life is spilt upon the
sand, My heart is as some famine-murdered land Whence all good things
have perished utterly, And well I know my soul in Hell must lie If I
this night before God's throne should stand. 'He sleeps perchance, or
rideth to the chase, Like Baal, when his prophets howled that name From
morn to noon on Carmel's smitten height.' Nay, peace, I shall behold,
before the night, The feet of brass, the robe more white than flame, The
wounded hands, the weary human face.
Good Friday has always challenged merely human goodness. Its sad
commemoration reminds us that in the face of sin, our goodness avails
nothing. Only One is good enough to save us. That he did so is cause
indeed for celebration.