The Sin & Silence of Good Friday

Years ago, I had a vision. No, it wasn’t a vision like St. Teresa’s ecstasy or St. Joan of Arc’s calling. I don’t presume to be a saint. But it was an unmistakably compelling image of Christ on Good Friday. And I just couldn’t shake it.

It begins in the cool, sharp silence of space overlooking Earth. Noiseless. Peaceful. But deeply cold. In short order would begin the descent. As Earth’s outer atmosphere approaches, there is the faintest sound – the most indistinct whisper (or whispers). The voices, at first, seem harmless and inaudible, but they don’t remain that way. They grow louder, more clear, more insistent. And now, unmistakably, one can hear. The words are harsh and merciless. Evil. Like knives.

Listen. This is what they said.

Anger, Blasphemy, Adultery, Idolatry, Dishonesty, Lust, Disrespect, Disobedience, Pride, Greed, Murder, Hatred, Theft, Gluttony, Bitterness, Envy, Immodesty, Covetousness

With further approach to Earth, the clouds swirl around and landforms emerge. The whispers gain further tone. Angry tone. Several become dozens. Dozens become hundreds, thousands, millions. Bitter, proud, consuming words snap and claw as if from a hellish hive.

Extortion, Gossip, Sloth, Fornication, Hypocrisy, Heresy, Egotism, Self-Deception, Uncleanness, Carelessness, Selfishness, Maliciousness, Presumption, Perjury, Hard-heartedness

It is nearly deafening now. As trees, rocks and hills come into view, the Satanic howl drives any hearers to a point of madness. Cackling, evil glee luxuriates as we fall further and further. Darkness is all around.

Usury, Slander, Unbelief, Mercilessness, Sadism, Masochism, Ingratitude, Vanity, Wantonness, Dishonor, Resentment, Self-absorption, Violence, Neglect, Backbiting, Conspiring, Hedonism, Unrighteousness 

Being pressed to the limits of sanity, the ruthless whisper-screams bite and claw their way toward an emerging solitary figure. A man. He is upright, but not of his own accord. Approaching him further, we see him for what he is: Bloody. Bruised. Battered. Broken. Affixed to a rough-hewn cross. And as the murderous voices and words assault and accost, impale and eviscerate him, the man perseveres. He musters residual strength, raises his head and offers One. Last. Gasp.

“It is finished.”



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  • mochalite

    That’s very powerful … Thank you!

  • RufusChoate

    Thank you, very good.

  • Mark

    “I am the Way, the Truth, and the Life; no one comes to the Father, but by Me.” …Jesus Christ our Lord (John 14:6) Clearly our Lord mentions no one else in this relationship. God Bless

    • felixcox

      Just as clearly, the earlier synoptic gospels make no such assertion, and to the contrary, clearly portrary Jesus as thinking himself subservient to the father. I understand that christian orthodoxy requires a rhetorical harmonization of these inconvenient facts, but the quotes speak for themselves. The doctrine of the trinity (jumbled together centuries after Jesus died), only makes sense if you ignore the plain text of the synoptics.