Grace and peace to you on this Good Friday.
He was in his early 30s. Itinerant, you might call him politely. Hadn’t settled into a solid career, didn’t have a wife or family.
People would say he was in the wrong place at the wrong time. That he shouldn’t have asked questions. He was locked up overnight. Never afforded a trial by his peers. He was seized by the local posse, beaten, and raised up on a tree to die. His death a public spectacle. They even made souvenirs out of his clothing.
While this story sounds like what we know of Good Friday, it was an account of the final days of Rubin Stacy, a 32-year-old black man who was lynched in Florida after the Great Depression -- one of at least 4,400 black individuals, and perhaps more than 6,000 who have been lynched since the Civil War in the United States.
Lynchings are not our distant past. The most recent ones are in our lifetimes. Two years ago this very day, the Emmett Till Anti-Lynching Act of 2022 was signed into law, making lynching a hate crime: nearly 160 years after the Civil War and nearly 60 years after the Civil Rights Act.
There are so many parallels between Good Friday and lynchings in this country. The common denominator is hate. “The Cross and the Lynching Tree” by Theologian James Cone is a challenging read, because this is our faith and our history, overlapping and intersecting. In many cases, the people responsible were known as faithful people. Take a life on a Friday, and show up for worship two days later.
Of course, all people of faith didn’t participate in the lynchings. And all people of faith didn’t beat Jesus or drive nails into his hands and feet. But they watched the spectacle, brought their children, observed from a distance. Not this gospel, not any gospel tells of people who counter-protested, or blocked the route, or tried to stop the crucifixion.
English economist and philosopher John Stuart Mill said the following in 1867: “Let not any one pacify his conscience by the delusion that he can do no harm if he takes no part, and forms no opinion. Bad men need nothing more to compass their ends, than that good men should look on and do nothing.”
Mark’s gospel isn’t the crucifixion account people usually remember. It portrays the starkest version of events in the Bible. There are no descriptions of anyone who cared for Jesus lingering at the foot of the cross, as in John, or watching from a distance, as in Matthew and Luke.
The emphasis is on his crucifixion as public humiliation. He is beaten. He is stripped and a hundred or so Romans mock and spit on this “King of the Jews” in a purple cape and crown made out of thorns. A stranger carries his cross. They gamble for his clothes. They pound nails into his hands and feet and hang him naked between two bandits, waiting for him to die.
Jesus is mostly silent in Mark’s gospel as he takes in humanity’s ugliest behavior. He utters but four words: “Eloi, Eloi lama sabachthani?”
“My God, my God, why have you abandoned me?” I’ve always thought it a heartbreaking utterance from Jesus. When his friends have deserted him, when the community has turned its back on him. When no one attempts to stop the insanity of an innocent human dying the most inhumane death, Jesus cries out “My God, my God, why have YOU abandoned me?”
Jesus’ words are Aramaic, and not his own. Jesus is quoting the opening words of Psalm 22. Perhaps it was on his lips as he prayed the previous evening in the garden. Perhaps it was the mantra that he kept in his heart throughout the night.
These are the words of Psalm 22 that follow his pained cry:
1 My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?
Why are you so far from helping me, from the words of my groaning?
2 O my God, I cry by day, but you do not answer;
and by night but find no rest.
3 Yet you are holy,
enthroned on the praises of Israel.
4 In you our ancestors trusted;
they trusted, and you delivered them.
5 To you they cried and were saved;
in you they trusted and were not put to shame.
6 But I am a worm and not human,
scorned by others and despised by the people.
7 All who see me mock me;
they sneer at me; they shake their heads;
8 “Commit your cause to the Lord; let him deliver—
let him rescue the one in whom he delights!”
Out of context, one could imagine Jesus thought God, too, had left him in his distress. But the rest of the Psalm is a reassurance that no matter what, God is faithful. God will deliver. In our deepest pain, on our worst day, when we walk through the valley, our God walks with us. God will never abandon us. That is Good News. That is Good in this Good Friday.
And as we gather to remember nearly 2,000 years later, we are surrounded by abandoned people: certainly in the world and our communities. But here in our midst, too. The news is filled with people dealing with wars, famine, violence, neglect. But on this and every day, there are hurting people among us, too.
Jesus laid down his life on Good Friday in love. Jesus took the worst the world could give him and met it with love. I pray that as we continue to ponder Jesus’ life and death, we consider how we meet the world’s worst in love: in our own actions, in our ministry activities, and in our communal advocacy for all of God’s people and creation.
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