From Your Cross
(Good Friday 2016, Luke 23: 46)

“Father, into your hands I commend my spirit.”[1]
And then he breathed his last.

As you looked down upon those who mocked you,
From your cross—
did you feel the soothing waters of the Sea of Galilee
where you once called out to fishermen
and asked them to follow you?

As you looked down from your cross—
did you hear the joy of the lepers you healed when they went away whole,
but then one of those healed souls, the Samaritan, returned to you, praising God?
did you hear him?

As you looked down from your cross—
did you see images of the stories you taught us:
the lost sheep who the shepherd finds?
the banquet where people are invited in off the streets, people who don’t even know each other?
the Prodigal returning home and his Father running out to greet him?

As you looked down from your cross—
did you think of who you were leaving behind?
did you wonder if everything you had done was over?
did you feel like you had failed and been abandoned, and that hurt more than the pain?

I don’t want to look away,
from your cross.

-Rev. Lauren Lorincz
March 25, 2016

[1] Luke 23:46, NRSV.