Posted by: Ingrid | April 2, 2010

Good Friday

It’s crazy how fast lent flies by when you aren’t really observing it.  I think there will always be a part of me that will miss Blessed Sacrament, my old church that I went to in college, especially when lent and Easter roll around.  Of course, the me then was also unmarried and childless so that combined with a solid Anglican church was a delight to my introverted self.  I feel so scattered these days, with motherhood and everything else that comes with it.

Suddenly it’s Good Friday (Isaac chewed on his shoes all through the noon-time service and thought that he was the one who was supposed to preach the sermon) and Easter is in two days.  Where did the time go?  One thing that our pastor mentioned in his sermon last week was the phrase, “Where the cup and the cross meet” which I couldn’t get out of my head.  It’s been a while since words have grabbed me like that.

And now we wait for Easter.

The Meeting

The curve of the cup

lifted in soon-scarred hands;

Cup of wrath,

Cup of remembering,

Cup of deliverance.

His willing sacrifice to give,

his unwarranted punishment to receive,

as the wet of innocent blood

spills over splintered wood

down disfigured flesh

soaking boot-tramped dust.

Cross of shame,

Cross of condemnation,

Cross of glory.

The just wrath of God,

the unjust hatred of humanity,

the miracle of self-giving love

converge on a darkening hill.

Where the cup and the cross meet,

blood-streaked arms strain,

embracing the watching world

with the strength of costly love.


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