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GOOD FRIDAY

I had written and re-written ad nauseam for Good Friday. Nothing was right and in my emotional state, as the deadline approached, I contemplated writing nothing, merely placing a picture of the cross, abiding emblem of sacrifice.

Palm Sunday found me in the Cathedral Basilica in St. Augustine, the oldest Catholic Diocese in the United States. The service was everything I’d hoped and the following thoughts are taken, gratefully, from the homily.

What is your passion? As a golfer it would be to improve your handicap; as a long distance runner, your stamina; as a gymnast, your performance; as a knitter or a quilter, your mastery of intricate patterns and now I will make it personal, as a writer, my skills, my ideas and my support.

Our passions. Precious to us. Important, maybe even critical, or so we think.

But would we die to have any of our passions fulfilled? I think not. I know I won’t.

But Christ did. His Passionate Love for us extended to dying on the Cross so we may have Eternal Life.

Lest we forget – He died for us.

 

Were you there when they crucified my Lord?
Were you there when they crucified my Lord?
Oh! Sometimes it causes me to tremble, tremble, tremble.
Were you there when they crucified my Lord?

Were you there when they nailed him to the tree?
Were you there when they nailed him to the tree?
Oh! Sometimes it causes me to tremble, tremble, tremble.
Were you there when they nailed him to the tree?

Were you there when they pierced him in the side?
Were you there when they pierced him in the side?
Oh! Sometimes it causes me to tremble, tremble, tremble.
Were you there when they pierced him in the side?

Were you there when the sun refused to shine?
Were you there when the sun refused to shine?
Oh! Sometimes it causes me to tremble, tremble, tremble.
Were you there when the sun refused to shine?

Were you there when they laid him in the tomb?
Were you there when they laid him in the tomb?
Oh! Sometimes it causes me to tremble, tremble, tremble.
Were you there when they laid him in the tomb?

Were you there when he rose up from the dead?
Were you there when he rose up from the dead?
Sometimes I feel like shouting ‘Glory, glory, glory!’
Were you there when he rose up from the dead? 

Sometimes I feel like shouting ‘Glory, glory, glory!’
Were you there when he rose up from the dead? 

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