A Good Friday Prayer
Jan H. Boer
Lord God, our Father;
Lord God, our Saviour,
Here we are with Jesus at the end of 33 years of living amongst us,
After three years of healing,
After three years of demonstrating and teaching Your Kingdom.
It all began with You wrapped in the swaddling cloths of birth,
the cloth of life and of hope.
It seemingly all ended once again wrapped in cloth, but now the
cloth of death.
It all began in an animal manger, fit only for the lowest of the low;
It all seemingly ended in a cave of death.
And there we leave You, our Saviour.
An apparent end to years of teaching the Kingdom.
In the hands of a good and upright man, who had been waiting
For that Kingdom
But now was left perplexed and shattered with a dead Jesus
on his hands.
And there, in that tomb, we leave You
With a group of faithful women who had traveled Your long
journey with You.
Apparently only to be rewarded with that onerous task of putting
Him away—for good.
Lord, we remember the words of the ancient prophet:
You were pierced for our transgressions, for mine;
You were crushed for our iniquity, for mine.
And You were buried for our sins and evil, for mine.
There, in that tomb, we leave You.
Yes, we have a more joyful hindsight than did Joseph;
Yes, we have a more hopeful scene of what’s ahead than the women.
But for now, as we go home, we leave You there…
In the darkness of that tomb.
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