In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was
with God and the Word was God. He was in the beginning with God. All things
came into being through him
Through Jesus came into being the whole world. From the Irfon Valley to the Pacific atoll. From the Cambrian Mountains to the floodplain of the Euphrates. From the village of Llangammarch to the metropolis of Beijing. All suffering humanity was born from his body and in his body lives and moves and has its being.
And from the baby born in the manger there is born the new world. From the child born to a peasant woman in Bethlehem of Judea is born the kingdom of God. And from his body is born the new life
Jesu Joy of man’s desiring… and without him not one thing came into being. What has come into being in him was life, and the life was the light of all people. The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness did not overcome it.
For this Jesus is the light of the world and everything within us desires it. Desires to receive from this Jesus our divinity, our salvation, our revelation as the sons and daughters of God. And all our desires are a pursuit of that one desire. And all our longings are an overflowing of that one longing. And all that we are is found in the one true human being: Jesus the Word made flesh.
Responsorial Psalm for Good Friday: verses from Psalm 30… he had no form or majesty that we should look at him,
nothing in his appearance that we should desire him.
He was despised and rejected by others;
a man of suffering and acquainted with infirmity;
and as one from whom others hide their faces
he was despised, and we held him of no account.
And Jesus who was the Light of the World, who was the Word of God, who was the beautiful one, becomes the despised one, the rejected, the suffering. The one without importance who is cast out, lost in the great ocean of insignificant humanity, becoming one with the forsaken, forgotten in the pain of the rejected… but here we find him.
In the lifeless body of the teenage boy shot on a Syrian street.
In the abused body of the worker sold into bonded labour.
In the weeping body of the Melanesian mother lamenting the slow, relentless flooding of her island home.
In all the broken and disappeared bodies. In all the bodies rejected and forgotten. Here we find the suffering Jesus.
Agnus DeiSurely he has borne our infirmities
and carried our diseases;
yet we accounted him stricken,
struck down by God, and afflicted.
But he was wounded for our transgressions,
crushed for our iniquities;
upon him was the punishment that made us whole,
and by his bruises we are healed.
All we like sheep have gone astray;
we have all turned to our own way,
and the Lord has laid on him
the iniquity of us all.
Here is the Lamb of God. Here is the helpless, stricken Lamb of God. Crying for his mother. Lost and alone in the cold wind, on the freezing hillside. Here is the lost and forgotten Lamb of God. God have mercy, God have mercy upon us
Into your hands, O Father I now commend my spirit: TaizéBy a perversion of justice he was taken away.
Who could have imagined his future?
For he was cut off from the land of the living,
stricken for the transgression of my people.
They made his grave with the wicked
and his tomb with the rich,
although he had done no violence,
and there was no deceit in his mouth.
And it is finished. And it is over at last. The torture is completed. The death has come. The Word made flesh has become the lifeless corpse. The Light of the World has become the deep darkness. And we are nothing but waiting. And we are nothing but hoping. And we are nothing but the silence of the waiting, hoping world.
Great God, your Love: Wren/RoutleyFor God so loved the world that his one Son he gave
That all who trust the Son should never die but live eternally
For God did not his one Son send to judge and end the world
But to save it from all bitterness and see new life unfurled
For Jesus is the firstborn over all creation
And by him was created all things in heaven and on earth
Thrones and powers
Rulers and authorities
All things were created in him and through him and by him
He is before things and in him all things hold together
I know Oh Lord that a man’s life is not his own
That it is not for a man to direct his path
Instruct me Oh Lord in the way of your cross
Guide me into the Kingdom of your love
Drop, drop slow tears: Gibbons