The photo above shows a few of my favourite things. Especially on this day… Good Friday.
The miniature urn contains ashes of my father who died last summer and whose grounding wisdom and fortifying faith are deeply and sorrowfully missed, especially during this season of disorientation and anxiety.
“The tears of things”
The tiny silver bowl is a lacrymatory. It was a gift to me from my daughter-in-law Diana Pops who is a brilliant fine-art jeweler. She made it and gave it to me the day after my father’s death. A close look (see photo below) reveals that the bowl has caught tiny teardrops and fallen leaves. Along with the gift, I learned that a lachrymatory is a bowl or vial, often found in ancient tombs, which are thought to have been placed there to catch the Lacrimae rerum, which is the Latin phrase for ‘the tears of things.”
This week, I have found the gospel story of Jesus weeping over the city of Jerusalem to be particularly moving (Luke 19:41). In his book, A Word in the Wilderness, Malcolm Guite writes that “to know that you have been wept for is to know that you have been loved.”
All that is mine is yours…
The third item is a crucifix that I have had for many years. I love the open arms of Christ suggesting that somehow, in the incarnation, and in Jesus’ radical solidarity with suffering humanity that God is more than kindly disposed to our bewildering estate. God shares God’s own divine communion with us… as if to say “Look! All that is mine is yours…” But the open arms of generosity are also the open arms of welcome and embrace, “and I have made a space for you in me.” Divine communion always entails the giving of the self for the other and the receiving of the other into the self. Love bids and empowers us to go and do the same. (See: Miroslav Volf, Exclusion and Embrace, p.130)
When I was a kid, I often thought that Good Friday was a rather odd name for a day commemorating the public execution of an innocent man. But the image of God hanging between two criminals suggests that God is first with us in our bleakest, most desolate state before God is for us as saviour and redeemer.
Good Friday indeed. Deep is Love.
Below are a few resources for reflection if you happen to be looking for some.
First, I want to point you to Malcolm Guite’s sonnets corresponding to the Twelve Stations of the Cross. If you have a bit of time for quiet reflection, these will serve you very well. You can read, or listen to Malcolm recite them HERE…
And below are a couple of single songs followed by a short online mini-concert.
Gone is the Light is a song I recorded for my Devotion album but it was written by my friend Gord Johnson who’s songs you’ll find throughout my albums.
Were You There?
Were You There is an American spiritual likely composed by enslaved African-Americans in the 19th century. It has been pointed out that the biblical tradition cannot be easily understood looking from the top-down as most of the scriptures were written by oppressed peoples throughout history be they freshly emancipated slaves of the Egyptian Pharaohs, Jewish exiles under the Babylonian Empire, or Palestinian Jews under the hard-press of Imperial Rome.
The haunting questions posed by this song could have only come from those who have indeed “been there.” I recorded this version with the help of Murray Pulver earlier on the request of my pastor to use in today’s online service.
Lastly, you’ll find below a 30-minute concert I recorded yesterday for Holy Week. Songs include: Lenten Lands, Love is Our Way, Descent and This is Love.
Feel free to use and share these as you wish:
GONE IS THE LIGHT
words and music by Gord Johnson
recording by Steve Bell (produced by Roy Salmond)
Into the darkness we must go
Gone, gone is the light
Into the darkness we must go
Gone, gone is the light
Jesus, remember me
When you come into your kingdom
Jesus, remember me
When your kingdom comes
Father, forgive them
They know not what they do
Father, forgive them
They know not what they do
WERE YOU THERE
Traditional
recording by Steve Bell
Were you there when they crucified my Lord
Were you there when they crucified my Lord
Oh… sometimes it causes me to tremble, tremble, tremble
Were you there when they crucified my Lord
Were you there when they laid him in the tomb…
Were you there when he rose up from the grave…
Peace friends,
Steve