today on good friday i was going to treat you to a few of my thoughts on christianity and what remains a mystery to me, the person/idea/godhead of jesus. but, inspired by my good friend nancy, today i will leave the mystery to those who express it much better than i. watch these videos with me?
jesus was a mystery to me two years ago, and he still is.
so let me muse on him a bit more, today, on good friday. a day that changed everything, for a lot of people in the last 2000 years.
many adults have experienced days like that. bifurcation days – before that day, life was X, after that it was Y. one of my bifurcation days was the birth of my son. the change is so sharp, it’s as if there is a change in brain chemistry, maybe more than that – you’re a different person.
a friend was telling me today that in her church, they gradually strip the altar during good friday until it is totally bare. then a big wooden cross is pushed, it falls on the floor with a big BANG. then everyone leaves in silence.
good friday – the big bang.
is that part of jesus’ message, part of the message of good friday? that life will never be the same again?
in a lovely, too short facebook chat with my good friend nancy, we mused about other meanings of good friday.
we mused about the parallels between the last supper and jesus’ dying on the cross with the two others that were being crucified. in both, there was communion, intimacy and generosity.
the communion and intimacy in breaking bread together, and having one’s life broken, together.
the generosity of offering wine and bread. the generosity of sacrifice. the generosity of forgiveness.
perhaps it seems to you that the religious message of good friday is just for christians. i believe there is also something in this story of jesus’ death that can resonate with all of us. what do you think?
image by foreversouls
yesterday i went to a christian church service for the first time in 1 ½ years. the last visit had been to a crammed, tiny african-canadian church, a memorial service for one of vancouver’s downtown eastside heroes, a little old matriarch who had taken the whole neighbourhood under her wings.
yesterday was a four-church service at a big baptist church. very different. i have to say that soon i felt uncomfortable. many of the reasons why people turn their backs on christianity came up for me. for some reason, however, i didn’t want to wallow in criticism. i wanted to hear the message. what was the underlying message of love, of sister and brotherhood, of walking with the divine? it was very hard, almost like wrestling with demons. i sat there crying with the effort and with sadness and frustration but i didn’t want to give up.
finally it occurred to me to take notes during the sermon. this focused my attention and by writing down only the ideas that resonated with me, it was easier to stay with the positive rather than with the filter of criticism that was just spoiling to take over the whole experience.
what did sound true to me was this: the figure of jesus stands for doing what is right, against all odds, without compromise. the cross can be a symbol for utter defeat, shame, and being the absolute outcast (cast out of life, even). however, it was such a symbol in the context of roman tyranny. so while there is great pain involved, in the end (yes, literally in the end), being cast out of tyranny is a positive turn of events. dying on the cross is dying out of tyranny.
there is always a seductive element to tyranny.
what tyranny is in our lives right now? what tyranny could we – die to?
of course some of you might wonder why i even bothered to go to church, and on top of it, why i bothered to work so hard at trying to sort at least some of it out.
i suspect that some of it is simply because it is my legacy. my grandfather was a lutheran minister, and that was a strong influence in my life.
but also, i truly believe there is great value in christianity. to me, the message of love, compassion and justice despite even the strongest resistance is nowhere else as clearly and passionately expressed as in christianity. the call to express and experience love of the divine both in private contemplation and in fierce action – where else is it as strong as in christianity?
another observation i made was of the sombre atmosphere in the church. it wasn’t pleasant but the thought struck me that there is something comforting in knowing there is a place where we don’t have to constantly be happy, where there is room to say, yes, life sucks big time. that is probably one of the attractions of christianity.
one more thought: numerous times when i was sitting in that service and listening to what was said, i cried out inside myself, “this is so wrong!” i was so strongly convinced that these ideas were wrongheaded, pernicious, anything but life affirming. it did occur to me later on, though, that my thoughts and practices might seem just as untenable to many of the people in that church as theirs did to me. intellectually this is a given – yes, we know there are hugely different ideas out there regarding religion, and that there is a great and acriomonious (and often deadly) distance between the various different camps – but i felt this on a deeper level yesterday. and it brought a bit of compassion and respect.
well, it’s good to get all of this off my chest.
and … quite a while ago i had suggested to my blogger friend jan to have a friendly conversation about atheism and spirituality. what do you think, jan, is this a good place to start?
(image by beezly)
“never on good friday,”
mumbled the pink dragon,
and sighed over a dish of
marbled curry chicken,
“never on good friday
have i, pink dragon, had a friend
admire my spikey tail.”
his spikey tail with
orange pink polka dots,
his spikey tail all alone
in a chinese restaurant.
all around him
were grandmothers with white hair
pampering their gap-toothed grandsons,
middle aged lovers
over cups of hot green tea,
waiters and waitresses
chattering in cantonese –
but the pink dragon
his beautiful tail twitched sadly.
and out of a dragon eye with long purple lashes
rolled a long, salty dragon tear.
(and as it happens, nancy just posted another kinda=sorta good friday poem of mine, here)