Good Grief! It’s Friday!
By Jane Tawel
We were so afraid.
We weren’t used to troubles like this
And it knocked the breath out of us before we could
Catch up to our spirits.
Breath of Life, don’t breathe too close on us today.
We might just faint away.
In fear.
We were so angry.
The spin on You went through the stratosphere.
We based our bottom lines on Your success and fame.
We blessed each other in Your name.
Jesus H. Christ, what in the world were You thinking in the end?
Name above all Names, don’t list us as Your close associates.
We might just kill you
In anger.
We were so sad.
Now what were we supposed to do
Without You?
We loved You so much, we can’t stop asking why?
Our worldviews can’t contain the fact we die.
Holy Lamb of God, what good is it for our sin to be gone
When You are gone too?
We claim to follow You,
but we walk un-straight in circles,
In Confusion.
We are silenced,
watching now from
So many moons past,
The souls that everlast-ingly,
love from beyond, upon the earth-as-it-is-in-heaven,
As our children’s children’s children
Are still and ever and always–
Afraid.
Angry.
Confused.
And we long to send our sisters and brothers a message
As Lazarus could not do,
And yet,
No one has ever had ears to hear
Unless heard in the backward / foreward shadow of Your Cross.
But if we could speak from our own tombs,
We would cry “Hallelujah” throughout the earth,
For–
The Son of Man,
He too
Who knew
Anger,
Sadness,
Confusion,
and His daily tomb
And yes also,
His final resting place—
Today, deemed “Good”,
Messiah God Jehu
Has died, ‘tis true.
And yet…..
And yet…..
And yet…..
Good Grief! It’s Friday!
And yet…..
What is final to The Eternal One?
He slipped through hell without His blinders on.
And rode the glory train to earth and back to Heaven again.
We touched Him so we know.
Before He had to go,
He promised us
Our Fridays would not always be
so angry
so fearful
so confused
Our Fridays too could go from good grief
to just plain good.
If only we would spend the Weekend with Him.
Good Grief! It’s Friday!
And yet….
The Son of Sunday comes!
Fear Not!
Do homage to the Son that He not become Angry.
I am the Way, the Truth, and the Life.
Jane Tawel 