It is always a challenge to enter more deeply into the spirit of Good Friday of the Lord’s Passion. I often feel as if I cannot get where I want to be. As if the celebration of the passion of the Lord doesn’t penetrate my heart and life as much as it should—or as much as I want it to.
I can’t imagine the mental torture Jesus went through before his death. His human side began to tremble and quake knowing his death was going to be the most painful one known to man.
After a long pause, John told me about a terrible fire-fight he’d experienced in the war. He didn’t describe any of the details. There was no talk of blood or bombs or bullets or shredded bodies. What he did say, is the Lord had saved him. And he didn’t know why.
Our Lord Jesus cautions us to beware of the day of his return. Although we often think of Advent as a time to get ready for Christmas, the sacred season is about much more than that, as our gospel reading for today reminds us.
The whole eye-of-the-needle message isn’t just for people with big balance sheets and vacation houses. All of us can do with at least some shifting in priorities in our lives.