Reflection: Black Friday
When I lived in Indonesia, they called it Black Friday, not Good Friday. The service was held in total darkness and everyone wore black. There was nothing ‘good’ about the day at all.
As I enter the story, I feel so helpless and hopeless, just like the women watching on (where are the blokes BTW?). This isn’t how it’s supposed to end. It feels so jarringly wrong.
King Jesus is supposed to be welcomed as King then crowned; not killed on a cross and buried.
It makes me question: how can the Kingdom come if the King is dead? Evil can’t win in the end…can it? Can God still be for us? Where is God now? Why? Maybe it’s all a lie?
Have those questions ever surfaced in your heart? Are you comfortable sitting in that space, or do you prefer to rush to the happy ending?
At the end of the Black Friday service, a single small candle is lit. A small shy hope.
Prayer: Jesus, only you can give life to our small shy hopes that at times are all but extinguished.