In a past that is still part of many of our memories this particular Sunday, the Sunday before Easter, was reserved for the pageantry of Palm Sunday. Then there was a clear understanding that as the work week ended, on Friday, with the encouragement of their employers, people would participate in the somber worship experience that focused on Jesus’ crucifixion. Such a discipline, unfortunately, went out of practice. So, now, on this Sunday preceding Easter, we acknowledge what has become ‘the Triumphal Entry’ and focus our attention on the concluding events of Jesus’ earthly life. Otherwise, going from celebration to celebration we miss completely the passion of Holy Week.
THE SEVEN LAST WORDS OF JESUS
Hymn 549 Near the Cross (first three verses)
THE FIRST WORD Luke 23:33-34
When they came to the place called “The Skull”, they nailed
Jesus to the cross there, and the two criminals, one on his
right and one on his left. Jesus said “Forgive them, Father!
They do not know what they are doing.”
Words about the First Word
“They do not know what they are doing”
They do not know? They …who killed Jesus?
Who is “they”?
It is so easy to name others
to blame others
the Romans
the crowd
Pilate, Herod, Caiaphas
they all played their part
and conspired against Jesus
or simply followed orders to maintain the peace
to keep Jesus’ kingdom from infringing on theirs.
And yet where are we when Jesus’ kingdom infringes on ours?
on our peace and our order?
on our prosperity and our security?
Where are we when the victims of our peace cry for justice?
when those disenfranchised by our order call for compassion?
when the hungry and the lonely beg us to share our prosperity
our security
our power?
Where are we when Christ is crucified among us?
Surely he should have raged
at the sinners who nailed him to the tree.
Surely he should have raged at us for our complicity, both in what we do
and what we fail to do.
Yet compassion is there in the first words that Jesus utters
He intercedes for us before the Almighty.
It is compassion that compelled him to the cross
compassion that brings incredible, unbelievable grace
Compassion that echoes through the centuries
to all who participate in the killing of Christ:
Compassion that cries out from the cross:
“Father, forgive them, they do not know what they are doing”
A TIME FOR NO WORDS
Hymn 212 What Wonderous Love Is This
THE SECOND WORD Luke 23:39-43
One of the criminals hanging there threw insults at him:
“Aren’t you the Messiah? Save yourself and us!” The other
one, however, rebuked him, saying: “Don’t you fear God? Here
we are all under the same sentence. Ours, however, is only
right, for we are getting what we deserve for what we did;
but he has done no wrong.” And he said to Jesus, “Remember
me, Jesus, when you come as King!” Jesus said to him, “I
tell you this: Today you will be in Paradise with me.”
Words About the Second Word
How much are we like the first thief?
Full of anger – because we are not rescued from our sin?
Full of hate – because we suffer because of the sins of others?
How much do we want God to snap fingers
And make right what we have made wrong?
What we have allowed others to make wrong?
How easy it is to cry “save us”
and to rail against God
when there is no magic cure
no miraculous recovery
no legions of angels
to take away our pain and bring us wholeness.
How easy it is to scorn the Messiah,
to mock the goodness of the world
and condemn the light of the world
because we are unwilling to face who we are?
Yet there is goodness
There is a cure for sin
a cure that does not promise magical solutions
but promises that the pain of sin is not the end,
that when all this is over
when the suffering is finished
that the final word is not torture and defeat
but life — life springing out of the ashes
life transformed and fulfilled in God’s kingdom.
To the compassionate thief
To the one who could still recognize the good in the world
To the one who tried to comfort and protect that good
To the one who sought good — Comfort was given
“Today, you will be in paradise with me.”
A TIME FOR NO WORDS
Chorus 822 “Jesus Remember Me” (three times)
THE THIRD WORD John 19:25-27
Standing close to Jesus’ cross were his mother, his mother’s
sister, Mary the wife of Clopas, and Mary Magdalene. Jesus
saw his mother and the disciple he loved standing there; so
he said to his mother, “Woman, here is your son.” Then he
said to the disciple, “Here is your mother.” And from that
time the disciple took her to live in his home.
Words About the Third Word
What grief! Who can grasp it?
the grief of a mother watching her son suffer?
the grief of Mary watching Jesus die?
And who can grasp the grief of the son?
The son who, helplessly, must see his mother mourn?
What gift can a man give his mother?
What can he offer when he is gone?
How can he help her?
Hold her?
Comfort her?
Honor her?
“Woman, here is your son”
Here is one I love, to love you, and for you to love.
One who knows me
One who is my brother and who can speak of me.
One Who can hold you,
comfort you,
and honor you;
One who shares your grief
“Here is your mother”
Here is one I love, for you to love, and to love you.
The one who gave me life,
the one who fed me, taught me,
who wiped away my tears
who hugged me,
the one who grieves with you.
Women, behold your children; children, behold your mothers.
A TIME FOR NO WORDS
Hymn 534 Draw Me Nearer (verses 1 and 2 )
THE FOURTH WORD Mark 15:33-34
And when the sixth hour had come, there was darkness over
the whole land until the ninth hour. And at the ninth hour
Jesus cried with a loud voice, “Elo-i, elo-i, lama
sabach-thani?” which means, “My God, my God, why hast thou
forsaken me?”
Words About the Fourth Word
Of all the agony of that tortuous day
the lacerations of the scourging
the chafing of the thorns around his head
the convulsions of his tormented, dehydrated body
as it hung in the heat all the day
Nothing reaches the depth of this anguished cry of desolation
“My God, my god, why hast thou forsaken me?”
Jesus, who found his purpose and strength in the presence of God
who was sustained by the immediacy of his relationship with God
and who endured all by the tangible power of God always at work
within him ,
always a center of vitality and peace,
found himself totally alone on the cross.
Jesus, whose very being was God,
found himself utterly,
absolutely,
despairingly.
cut off from all that gives life and breath
cut off from all that gives purpose and hope
cut off from the source of his being
cut off, even from himself
plumbing the depths of the human condition
to walk in the place of the utter absence of God,
in the place of sinners
in the place of those who reject God.
“My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me?”
There is no despair so deep
no evil so overwhelming
no place so far removed from joy, light, and love
from the very heart of God
where God has not been before us,
and where God cannot meet us
and from which God cannot bring us home.
A TIME FOR NO WORDS
HYMN 221: “O Sacred Head”
THE FIFTH WORD John 19:28
After this Jesus, knowing that all was now finished, said
(to fulfil the scripture), “I thirst.”
Words About the Fifth Word
There is a kind of timelessness about hanging on a cross.
It is not a quiet death,
over in an instant in one glorious moment of martyrdom
like being torn apart by lions.
A cross is much more an instrument of torture
than it is a gallows from which to hang,
And as the day wears on
seconds stretch into minutes which stretch into hours
until there comes a point when time can no longer be measured
except in the gradual weakening of the body
and its ever more insistent demands
for that substance which is so vital to life
so foundational to all living things
so basic to existence as we know it: — water.
Water to moisten a parched mouth
Water to free a swollen tongue
Water to open a rasping throat that cannot gasp enough air.
Water to keep hope alive
to keep life alive just a few moments longer.
Water, to a crucified man, is life.
“O God, thou art my God, I seek thee,
my soul thirsts for thee;
my flesh faints for thee
as in a dry and weary land where no water is.”
Who can tell if these words from Psalm 63 went through Jesus mind
but a thirst for water is a thirst for life
and a thirst for life is a thirst for God
who promises streams in the desert
mighty rivers in the dry land
and living water to wash away every tear.
Here, at the end of it all those promises seem far away, –
distant.
And yet Jesus – forsaken by God
still clings to the memory and the hope of life.
“I thirst.”
A TIME FOR NO WORDS
Hymn 216 Beneath The Cross Of Jesus
THE SIXTH WORD John 19:29-30
A bowl was there, full of cheap wine mixed with vinegar, so
a sponge was soaked in it, put on stlk of hyssop and lifted
up to his lips. When Jesus had received the wine, he said,
“It is finished”;
Words About the Sixth Word
What a sigh of relief!
What a cry of deliverance,
that finally,
after seemingly endless pain
and gasping torment,
it is over at last.
The suffering is ended.
The ordeal is finished
and nothing remains
but the blessed peace of the absence of all sensation.
When all there is, is pain
its ceasing is the greatest blessing of all
even when its ceasing comes only with death.
But Jesus’ cry is more than just welcoming the ending of pain
it is more than joy at the deliverance death brings.
He does not merely say, “it is over”
he says, “it is accomplished,
fulfilled,
achieved”
Jesus’ cry isn’t a cry of defeat and despair
It is a cry of success and triumph
– even at the moment of death –
that the race has been run
that he has endured to the end
that the strife is over
and the battle is won.
Jesus’ cry is a cry of relief to be sure
but it is also a cry of victory:
“The work I came to do is complete”
there is nothing more to add
“it is finished”
A TIME FOR NO WORDS
Hymn 678 In the Bulb There Is A Flower
THE SEVENTH WORD Luke 23:46
Then Jesus, crying with a loud voice, said, “Father, into
thy hands I commit my spirit!” And having said this he
breathed his last.
Words About the Seventh Word
It is the end, the very end
the end of the ordeal
the end of the suffering
and Jesus
alone on the cross
tortured
exhausted
abandoned by his friends
forsaken by God
gasps for a last breath
and gathers the strength for one final cry.
Why would he choose to speak
so close to the end?
Why would he muster the last energy he had
to cry out with a loud voice?
Couldn’t God have heard his thoughts?
Unless God wasn’t the only one intended to hear.
Unless his voice was pitched loud
so that we too might hear this final dedication of his soul.
A dedication made despite the pain,
despite the mocking,
despite the agony,
despite the sense of horrible aloneness he felt.
A dedication made to God
before the resurrection,
before the victory of the kingdom,
before any assurance other than that
which faith could bring.
Jesus entrusts his spirit — his life —
and all that has given it meaning —
to God in faith,
even at the point of his own abandonment
when the good seems so very far away
he proclaims his faith in God,
the darkness cannot overcome it.
“Father, into your hands, I commit my spirit”
A TIME FOR NO WORDS
HYMN: “Were You There”
BENEDICTION May the grace of Christ Jesus which renews us daily, the love of God which calls us to love even the world, and the fellowship of the Holy Spirit which unites us as God’s own people, enable you to be living testimonies to the peace and joy of God’s kingdom within you.
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