Good Friday Meditation – “Only A Suffering God Can Save”
German theologian, Dietrich Bonhoeffer, who spent his last days in a concentration camp, asserted that only a suffering God can save. Surely his words come alive as we reflect on the meaning of Good Friday. Jesus, God’s beloved child, is abandoned, beaten, and crucified by those he sought to save and heal. He came to bring light, yet some, especially the powerful, preferred darkness, and by their acts, crucified the one who loved them. This same spirit crucifies Jesus today under the cloak of nationalism, political domination, and racial purity.
The spiritual asks, “Were You There When They Crucified My Lord?” and answers “yes,” not based on our physical presence at the trial and crucifixion, but our own and our nation’s turning away from God and bringing suffering to ourselves, those we love, and the world….and to God the Great Empath. But, more than that, the spiritual proclaims that God is here – Christ is here in our suffering – our life challenges, and our joys, and sorrows matter to God. God feels our pain and heals us by sharing in our pain and inviting us to move from loneliness and isolation to love and community.
The cross is not about something ordained from the beginning of time, but God’s willingness to share our suffering, to experience the results of our sin, and forgive us and provide us a way to start over again…..at Christmas we speak of “Emmanuel,” God with us, and this is the Good Friday message as well: God says,
“I am here, I will not abandon you, and will make a way to healing and wholeness regardless of your past or where you have been on life’s journey.”
Let these words from William Blake’s Songs of Innocence awaken us to God’s never-ending, always embracing love, for those who crucified him and for us in own brokenness:
Can I see another’s woe,
And not be in sorrow too.
Can I see another’s grief,
And not seek for kind relief.
Can I see a falling tear,
And not feel my sorrows share,
Can a father see his child,
Weep, nor be with sorrow fill’d.
Can a mother sit and hear
An infant groan an infant fear —
No no never can it be.
Never never can it be.
And can he who smiles on all
Hear the wren with sorrows small,
Hear the small bird’s grief & care,
Hear the woes that infants bear —
And not sit beside the nest
Pouring pity in their breast.
And not sit the cradle near
Weeping tear on infant’s tear.
And not sit both night & day,
Wiping all our tears away.
O! no never can it be.
Never never can it be.
He doth give his joy to all.
He becomes an infant small.
He becomes a man of woe
He doth feel the sorrow too.
Think not, thou canst sigh a sigh,
And thy maker is not by.
Think not, thou canst weep a tear,
And thy maker is not near.
O! he gives to us his joy,
That our grief he may destroy
Till our grief is fled & gone
He doth sit by us and moan
On this Good Friday, God is here and God is near. Thanks be to God!
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