Thanks Chrissie Hynde:
The lyrics possess a near-agape love feel...
It's one of those "tween days" here in Suburbia Majora. By tween days, I'm speaking of a weather pattern where if it were a few degrees on either side, it would either be cold an d damp or hot and muggy. But for now, its clammy and unsettled. Long sleeves would be too much, yet short sleeves aren't quite enough. On a plus, the atmosphere is very stable so the chances for story weather are pretty much removed. So for now, its relaxing in the comfortable chair and reflecting on the passing scene. Believe me, there is plenty to consider in the age of Biden and his nascent Authoritarian State.
Our collective Saturday is ensconced in a mist of global instability where bad actors have moved into the vacuum created by the loss of our national standing. A frail putative figurehead POTUS, and cabinet have emboldened imperialistic competitors to become predators, preying on their neighbors. We're witnessing this in the Ukraine and without Divine intervention, I fear we'll see this repeat in the Taiwan Strait. Will Israel follow behind?
These are moments where I find a harbor of refuge in both Holy Scripture and music. The words of The Almighty promise us that this world is indeed, enroute to Hell in a hand basket. Yet, He will right the ship and make all things new at His return where:
He will come again in glory to judge the living and the dead, and his kingdom will have no end.Yet, in the meantime, He's promised us His presence through the person of the Holy Spirit as a comforter and counselor.
From the morning's Gospel reading:
At that time the Feast of Dedication took place at Jerusalem. It was winter, and Jesus was walking in the temple, in the colonnade of Solomon. So the Jews gathered around him and said to him, "How long will you keep us in suspense? If you are the Christ, tell us plainly." Jesus answered them, "I told you, and you do not believe. The works that I do in my Father's name bear witness about me, but you do not believe because you are not among my sheep. My sheep hear my voice, and I know them, and they follow me. I give them eternal life, and they will never perish, and no one will snatch them out of my hand. My Father, who has given them to me, is greater than all, and no one is able to snatch them out of the Father's hand. I and the Father are one." - Jhn 10:22-30 ESV
|The Harrowing of Hell - Fra Angelico c. 1430's|
This morning, much of the Church is observing what's known as Holy Saturday, a reflective interval between Good Friday and the Pascha, or Easter Sunday. While Scripture seems to be silent on today, it's been recognized since the dawn of the Church, known to us in Latin as the Descensus Christi ad Inferos , where the Christ "Descended to Hell" as attested to in both the Apostles' and Athanasian Creeds. To say Scripture is silent on this is not entirely accurate because Saints Peter and Paul speak to this event and its purpose in their epistles.
This descent is unlike any other thats been recorded within or outside the realm of time. Lucifer and his fallen angels were violently cast down into the underworld and the unredeemed are by nature compelled to descend there, Jesus did so willingly and obediently on His continuing mission from the Cross to the Throne. Quantitatively, He spent little more than a day in this region of the dead in what was essentially gathering the first fruits of the atonement into His eternal presence. From this moment onward the Just, or those who lived their lives by faith in The Almighty would never have to experience this descent into the abyss but rather, immediately enter into the light and presence of The Father.
Saint Paul spoke to this moment in his letter to the Church at Ephesus where he declared:
(In saying, "He ascended," what does it mean but that he had also descended into the lower regions, the earth? He who descended is the one who also ascended far above all the heavens, that he might fill all things.) - Eph 4:9-10 ESVSaint Peter further speaks to this in his first epistle:
For this is why the gospel was preached even to those who are dead, that though judged in the flesh the way people are, they might live in the spirit the way God does. - 1Pe 4:6 ESV
The theological impact of Holy Saturday is monumental, yet the day serves to teach a lesson thats closer to our everyday lives. Let's consider the lives of Christ's remaining eleven Apostles and his other disciples. Yesterday, they witnessed the horrific slaughter of their master who breathed his final breath naked, bloodied, and impaled upon a Roman cross. The day had been darkened either through a total solar eclipse or some supernatural agency. Their city was rocked by an earthquake and there were reports of paranormal activities with sightings of the dead. Then, their master was sealed into a tomb and under Roman guard in a seeming cold finality. Now, on the morning of the seventh day they rested, wrestling with grief, shock, disappointment, and a plethora of questions and emotion. Yet within the next twenty-four hours, their lives would be seismically and irrevocably altered.
Holy Saturday teaches us that no matter how dire or final a situation may be, our stories are still being written by the Master of time and eternity. While we see moments, he has already seen the our outcome.
Let's rest in this truth.
From the Book of Common Prayer:
Almighty God, we pray you graciously to behold this your family, for whom our Lord Jesus Christ was willing to be betrayed, and given into the hands of sinners, and to suffer death upon the cross; who now lives and reigns with you and the Holy Spirit, one God, for ever and ever. Amen.
"When Jesus saw his mother and the disciple whom he loved standing nearby, he said to his mother, "Woman, behold, your son!" Then he said to the disciple, "Behold, your mother!" And from that hour the disciple took her to his own home. After this, Jesus, knowing that all was now finished, said (to fulfill the Scripture), "I thirst." A jar full of sour wine stood there, so they put a sponge full of the sour wine on a hyssop branch and held it to his mouth. When Jesus had received the sour wine, he said, "It is finished," and he bowed his head and gave up his spirit." John 19:26-30 (ESV)It was approaching 3:00 PM in Jerusalem. It could likely have been 68 Degrees Fahrenheit or 20C and fair on any given day, but this was an afternoon like no other. Three hours prior, an unnatural darkness enveloped Jerusalem that held the city in the grip of twilight. In this gloom, each breath taken by the master took the full measure of his strength as he strained against the nails to fill his lungs. No doubt, he was dehydrated and in shock from being beaten and awake for 33 hours. For all of this, the Christ WOULD NOT die until his mission was complete.