He was despised and rejected by others; a man of suffering and acquainted
with infirmity . . . he has borne our infirmities and carried our diseases. (Isaiah)
Today
we meet Isaiah’s “Man of Suffering,” or, in other translations, “the Man of
Sorrows.” This Man suffers and sorrows
not of his own account but on behalf of suffering and sorrowing humanity. He has borne, Isaiah proclaims, our
suffering, our infirmities, our diseases, our sorrows,
and, yes, our sin.
It is
obvious that we need this Man of suffering and sorrow on this particular Good
Friday, when the world is caught in the grips of the COVID-19 pandemic. We are not all of us suffering or
sorrowful. Most of us are just
disrupted, if not also anxious, about what could be for us, for loved ones with
whom we cannot share physical presence.
But we know of the suffering and sorrows of so many around the world,
and if we think on them, pray for them, as we must, it is almost too much to
bear.
Some
might say, “No, this is not the Man we need.”
We need the Man who can get us out of this with healing and strength and
victory over this virus. The last thing
we need is submission and weakness.
But
Christianity is not that kind of religion.
You might think it is if you only experience Easter. You might think so even if you remember Good
Friday and celebrate Easter as the undoing of all this horror, the healing of
the Man of suffering, the resurrection of the Man of sorrow.
But
that is not how it works. We live in a
perpetual cycle of suffering and healing, of sorrow and joy, of death and
resurrection. That is why the risen
Jesus carries the wounds on his hands and feet and side. He does not put Good Friday behind him; he carries
Good Friday with him.
And
thank God for that, because we live so often in a Good Friday world and we need
the Man, the God, who can meet us in our suffering, who can meet us in our
sorrow, who can meet us in our sin, because only in this meeting can we know
the One we call Emmanuel, “God with us.”
We can
trust Emmanuel, God with us, to be, in the language of the Hebrews reading, our
great and eternal high priest, who has triumphed with grace and mercy over the
need for sacrifice, the kind of sacrifice that must be performed over and over
and over again, ad infinitum, because we can never be sure if this God
will stay on our side. But Jesus,
Emmanuel, is this God, whose word of mercy is not conditional but eternal.
It is
Emmanuel, God with us, the Man of suffering, the Man of sorrows, who is there
on the cross for us, drawing the whole world into the embrace of his
outstretched arms, as he promised he would.
This drawing in, gathering in, to the crucified arms is not something we
need hope for, because it just is.
But
Jesus from the cross does not stop there, being Emmanuel. God with us, God for
us. He also calls us to be there for one
another. He sees his mother, who in
John’s Gospel is never named, on the ground below, no doubt in her own
suffering and sorrow, and near her that mysterious, unnamed disciple whom we
are told “Jesus loved.” That these two
figures are unnamed was a very deliberate act on the Gospel writer’s part. They are unnamed so that we can understand
that they are us. And what does Jesus do
for them and for us?
“Woman, behold your son.” And to the disciple whom he loved, “Here is
your mother.”
In this
act, the followers of Jesus become the family of Jesus, related not by blood,
but by grace, so that all of us are called into community as mothers and
fathers, sons and daughters, brothers and sisters of each other. In essence, in establishing this new
relationship between his mother and the disciple whom he loved, Jesus, from the
cross, is founding the church.
Today
we gaze in awe at the mystery that the Man of suffering, the Man of sorrow, our
great high priest, is Emmanuel, God with us, God for us. This great truth is behind the ancient belief
that Jesus was conceived and died on the same day.
And we receive our
calling to be that—the loving and graceful presence of God—for one another, in
a community that knows suffering and healing, sorrow and joy,
death and life in the mystery of these three days, and in the mystery of
all life.
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