Good Friday 2017
By Larry Peacock
Didn’t see it coming —
Not with palms and hosannas,
Not with big crowds and Passover celebrations.
Yet, lurking in the darkness—
Tensions between the powers and love—
Tossing out money changers,
Weeping for a city that knows no peace,
Broken bread, spilled wine,
Crosses on a hill.
Outside the walls, far from notice,
Darkness at midday, then and now,
For many whose future feels like another Good Friday,
Whose Easter is dim and far away,
Whose suffering is long.
Help us, Compassionate God,
To go through the darkness,
To trust your presence,
To see the stone move
Just a little
And believe it might just keep on rolling.
Larry J. Peacock is a retired United Methodist Minister, author of Openings: A Daybook of Saints, Sages, Psalms, and Prayer Practices, a spiritual director, and current director of the Franciscan Spiritual Center in Milwaukie, Oregon.
By Larry J. Peacock. © 2017 Alive Now. Permission granted to use in corporate worship.