
FRIDAY, HOLY WEEK
GOOD FRIDAY
Is 52: 13 — 53: 12; Ps 31: 2, 6, 12-17, 25;
Heb 4: 14-16 ; 5: 7-9; Jn 18: 1 — 19: 42
THE MYSTERY OF REDEMPTIVE LOVE
Today, we gather in the shadow of the cross – a symbol of suffering, yet the radiant heart of our salvation. Good Friday is a paradox: the darkest day in history, where the Light of the World is extinguished, and yet, in that darkness, the dawn of eternal hope breaks forth. The cross is the culmination of God’s relentless love, a love that bends low to lift us up. Isaiah’s prophecy in the first reading pierces our hearts: “He was pierced for our transgressions, crushed for our iniquities… and by his wounds we are healed.” Seven centuries before Christ, the prophet painted a portrait of a servant who would bear the weight of humanity’s sin. This servant, like a lamb led to slaughter is Jesus. In Him, God’s love takes on flesh, not to condemn, but to save. Isaiah’s Suffering Servant does not cry out against injustice; he does not retaliate. His silence is not weakness but divine strength. It is a conscious refusal to meet violence with violence. In John’s Gospel, Jesus, arrested in Gethsemane, answers simply, “I am he,” and His words carry such authority that soldiers fall to the ground. Even in submission, He is sovereign.
In the second reading, Jesus, our High Priest, is not distant from our pain. He “sympathizes with our weaknesses.” In Gethsemane, He prayed with “loud cries and tears,” trembling under the weight of the cup He would drink. Here, Christ’s humanity shines: He knows fear, loneliness, and anguish. Yet His obedience transforms suffering into sacrifice. In the mystery of the Incarnation: God does not save us from afar. He enters our brokenness, our grief. In our desperate moments, He whispers, “I have been there too.” The cross is God’s answer to the cry of every wounded heart: You are not alone.
The Gospel of John’s Passion narrative is rich with irony, revealing profound truths hidden in apparent contradictions. The soldiers mock Jesus as “King of the Jews,” unknowingly proclaiming His true kingship. Pilate’s inscription on the cross, put there to instigate and humiliate the Jews, becomes a universal declaration of Christ’s identity. The crucifixion, a symbol of shame, is Jesus’ “lifting up” and moment of glorification. The seamless tunic, divided by soldiers, symbolizes the unity of Christ’s Church. Caiphas, the high priest who opposes Jesus, unwittingly prophesies His saving mission: “It is better that one man die for the people” (cf. Jn 11:50). Even Jesus’ cry, “I am thirsty” fulfils scripture – He who offers living water (cf. Jn 4:10) now thirsts for us. In His final moments, Jesus entrusts His mother to the beloved disciple, embodying the new family of God forged at the cross. When He declares, “It is finished,” it is not a cry of defeat but of fulfilment. The work of redemption is complete. These ironies reveal the mysterious nature of God’s kingdom: weakness becomes strength, defeat becomes victory, and death brings life. The cross, a symbol of despair, becomes the ultimate expression of divine love for all those who see beyond its shame to the triumph of Christ’s sacrifice.
What does this mean for us? The cross confronts us with two questions: Firstly, Do we see ourselves in the crowd? Like Peter, we deny; like Pilate, we compromise; like the soldiers, we wound. Christ extends his forgiveness to us: “Father, forgive them, for they do not know what they are doing.” (Lk 23:34). Secondly, Will we stand with the Suffering Servant? To follow Jesus is to embrace the cost of love; to defend the marginalized, forgive the unforgivable, and lay down our lives for others. Today, we venerate the cross, not as a relic of death, but as the tree of life. In its shadow, we confront our sin and God’s bountiful mercy. The Servant’s wounds are our healing; the High Priest’s tears are our comfort; the Crucified King’s death is our life. Let us leave this place marked by the cross, humbled, forgiven, and compelled to love as He loved. For Sunday is coming, but today, we linger at the foot of the cross, where Love’s final breath whispers our name. Ave crux spes unica!
Response: Father, into your hands I commend my spirit!
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