“It’s Friday, but Sunday’s coming.” This phrase has been
circulating widely on social media during Good Friday both in script and as a
meme. I don’t know the origin of this saying, but Tony Campolo uses it as his
signature message.
It is not a bad message. The final result of the story of
Holy Week is the resurrection. This is the culminating point of God’s action on
our behalf. It is the main theme of our Christian faith. Our hope for eternal
life hinges on this event.
In our US American culture, however, it seems to me that we
are too quick to skip to the resurrection story without remembering what Jesus
had to go through in order to get to Sunday. Without the agony and suffering of
Thursday night and Friday, there can be no Sunday. In my own Christian tradition,
we only celebrated Resurrection Sunday, and had no other special services
during Holy Week. Fortunately, this has been changing.
Ours is a culture that denies suffering and death. We do
everything to ameliorate any mention of death, and try any means to avoid
suffering and pain. Most of us fear the suffering leading to death more than
death itself. We’d prefer being wiped out quickly in a car accident or heart
attack than go through the messiness of the suffering that sometimes can be
drawn out over months and years before death overcomes us. So we’d rather talk
about resurrection than suffering and death.
Statue of Jesus in a church in Guatemala |
In contrast, Holy Week celebrations in Latin America,
especially among the Catholic faithful, focus on Good Friday. Pageants,
parades, reenactments of the trial and crucifixion of Jesus proliferate. A
year-long process of purification is necessary for anyone wanting to play the
role of Jesus during Holy Week. The actor is flogged, a real crown of thorns is
smashed on his head, and real blood flows from the back and forehead. Thousands
of spectators line the streets to watch the spectacle, many weeping
uncontrollably at the abuse and torture of Jesus. The groups of students who
have witnessed these reenactments with me over the years are profoundly moved.
They will never take Good Friday lightly again. They will not rush to get
through it in order to get to Sunday.
Before seeing these reenactments first hand, I, like many
people in my culture, mocked this extreme devotion as unnecessary fanaticism. But
I think there is a reason for it. The majority of Latin Americans live lives of
suffering and oppression. They identify with a God who suffers, a God who walked
the path of suffering, oppression; even torture and death. This God fully
understands their situation. They cannot deny their suffering, and death is always
close by.
At my home congregation this Palm Sunday, we heard a wonderful
sermon titled “The Plot Thickens.” The events leading up to Resurrection Sunday
were delineated carefully, not mincing on the agony, pain or suffering. But a
caveat had to be given; this is not the end, come back next Sunday to hear the
rest of the story. So I was pleasantly surprised at our Tenebrae service. Progressively
the seven candles were extinguished as the darkness of Good Friday and the
grave loomed upon us. I was waiting for the caveat, “but Sunday is coming,” but
it never came. The last words we heard at the service were sung: “were you
there when they laid him in the tomb?” Silently, soberly, in deep grief and
meditation, we left the sanctuary. Not a word was spoken. Many were wiping
their eyes.
I believe that Latin Americans and US Americans could learn
from each other and our celebrations of Holy Week. They could use a little more
of the hope of the Resurrection, and we could use a little more understanding
of the suffering of Good Friday. I’m glad my congregation left us momentarily groveling
in the dark. It wasn’t as gruesome as the reenactments in Latin America, but the
light of the Resurrection will be much brighter for us after meditating on the
darkness of suffering and death.