Sunday, April 20, 2025

Walking the Via Dolorosa

 I look around and notice that this is not the crowd we will see

         on this coming Sunday morning.

It’s no wonder.

         Who really wants to spend an hour 

                                    focused on the crucifixion of our Lord?

The Good Friday liturgy can’t compete with 

         the joyous exuberance of the Easter Alleluia celebration.

 

Yet here you are, drawn here by your faith, your devotion, your hope,

         or because you get the truth about how today 

                  is part of a seamless flow of worship began Palm Sunday.

 

There is an irony today about how on Good Friday

         we read the longest Gospel lesson:

                  from the first verse of John 18 through to chapter 19, verse 37.

But we don’t have the time or opportunity 

to go into an in-depth Bible study 

on all the segments of these 2 chapters.

 

I think that this portion of the Gospels, the 4 Passion Accounts,

         are the least read or studied;

they are the least popular.

 

If we could see in John’s Gospel

         how Jesus is the One who is empowered, who is acting,

         our attitude might change, 

and we might find ourselves dwelling more and more 

on this portion of the Gospel,

         reading it with love and devotion,

                           with joy and wonder and thanksgiving

for its powerful message to encourage us 

         and fulfill our hopes and to give us deep gladness of heart.

 

In John’s Passion Account Jesus is the only one in control.

 

Everyone else exhibits 

that they have no control over what is going on, 

that there is great failure on their part 

to achieve what they want to do.

 

As we know from the other Passion accounts,

the disciples have no apparent control over their drowsiness;

                  they fail to stay awake.

And then they all run away, fleeing for their lives.

 

Judas is doomed to play his role as betrayer

         despite whatever his motivation and intentions were.

 

Those in the band that comes to arrest Jesus at Gethsemane

         are knocked to the ground by the force of the word 

         spoken by Jesus, his simple but provocative statement: “I AM.”

Only when Jesus purposely gives them a second chance 

         can they lay hands on him and take him away.

 

Peter, in spite of his earlier protestations,

         fails in his ability to keep from denying his Lord.

 

The high priests and Sanhedrin 

can’t make a credible case against Jesus.

And they have to revert to political pressure 

to get Pilate to cooperate.

 

Pilate tries to set Jesus free but fails.

 

And Mary, his mother, must stand by 

helplessly watching with the other women as he dies.

 

Everyone is ineffective.

 

One of the times I was in the Middle East

I was leading a pilgrimage in the Holy Land,

and when we were in Jerusalem

         we walked the original Stations of the Cross,

                  the Way of the Cross, the Via Dolorosa.

 

It was not a nice spiritual exercise

         there in the ancient city of Jerusalem,

         in the heart of one of the most volatile places on earth.

 

Many would probably prefer the setting for such a Good Friday meditation 

to be in chapels or cloistered walks

         so as to enhance the meditation.

But this was on the busy streets of the old city of Jerusalem.

 

It was entirely lined with shops and businesses

         and in some places too narrow for a motor vehicle to pass.

So as we walked along,  

         we got close up views of all the commerce taking place beside us.

 

The last 5 stations are in the Church of the Holy Sepulchre,

         a church overlaid with the clutter of centuries

                  and a definite eastern flavor of spirituality about it

                  that can seem quite foreign to our western minds.

 

And along the way some of the other 9 stations 

         have little chapels you can step into off the street.

But most of the time it's pushing your way through the crowds.

 

Carrying a large cross through the street 

         helped give coherence to the group,

         identified us as pilgrims engaged in a religious ritual.

But that was no protection.

 

The way of the Cross is full of evils and pitfalls and temptations.

 

In fact, we had not quite begun 

         when one of our group became victim to pickpockets.

 

We had to be assertive about making a pathway through the street.

We had to read the liturgy by shouting over the surrounding noise.

In one place there was construction – jackhammers making noisse

         and blowtorches showering sparks around us.

Poor lighting and uneven paving stones plagued us.

And always the shops 

         shops which lured our attention away from what we were doing,

         with their materialistic promises.

All antithetical to our task at hand.

 

There were hawkers pushing postcards in our faces.

There was a professional photographer flashing shots of us

         so that he could come and sell us the photos later.

And one of his pictures caught four of our pilgrims

         following the cross, but all of them looking sideways

                  into a shop that seemed particularly enticing.

So much for our attempts at trying to make this religious ritual

         spiritually efficacious!

Jesus had to face taunts, indifference, cruel looks

as he and his guards pushed their way through the same streets

         2 millennia earlier.

Some people went along with their business of buying and selling

         while the Lamb of God passed by.

How could they be oblivious to what was happening!

How could life go on as usual

         while this execution was taking place!

They have eyes but cannot see,

         ears but cannot hear.

So, that time in Jerusalem there is no perfect way to carry out this ritual

         of the Stations of the Cross.

It's always going to be less than perfect.

So this really is all a picture about us,

our failure,

our helplessness, 

our misguided attempts to take matters into our own hands, 

and how the results are not what we anticipated or wanted.  

How often has this happened to you?

None of us is able to do what it takes save our own selves, 

         let alone the world.

But it is Jesus who acts, who is in control, 

who accomplishes all that needed to be done, 

right down to the last detail described in the ancient texts 

about the Servant, the Lamb of God.

 

And it is he who chooses when his last moment is, when he dies.

He completes all, 

and breathes out his breath 

and gives up his spirit.

 

Usually in each sermon there is an exhortation

         - that which we are urged to do in response to the Word of God.

But on Good Friday, today, I give none.

 

Today we sit and do nothing, no action.

We can’t.

It is impossible.

Nor need we do anything…

 

…despite our question carried down through 2,000 years of history:

         “What may we do that we may work the works of God?”

                  the question asked of Jesus in the 6th chapter of John.

 

The answer is believe, trust, surrender.

         Surrender to Jesus; trust into him.

 

Today it is Jesus alone who acts, who by dying accomplishes all.

It would be a denial of faith, of our basic trust in Jesus, 

to seek to add our own action to what he has done for us.

 

Even the faith we do have in him is a gift that he has given to us,

         breathing his breath/his Spirit into the disciples

                                                               and into us,

         breathing out his last breath

                  to release that breath in us for life.

This death, 

which we have such a hard time being with and paying attention to,

         is for the healing of the world,

         is for all those who suffer and struggle 

                  and fail or who want to think they succeed.

 

We are not alone in having a hard time staying present to this death.

In the Garden of Gethsemane the disciples ran away.

Later, however, after the Resurrection and Pentecost

         something very significant changed for them all,

and for the rest of their lives they were engaged full out in ministry.

 

How interesting - the disciples,

         though they all ran away that night of the betrayal,

later they all stayed the course.

 

Tradition has it that each of them, except John,

         died a martyr's death, and often in horrible torture.

John suffered exile and imprisonment on a desolate island,

         a prolonged torture.

What made the difference for them,

         that turned them from deserters to martyrs?

 

After Christ's death and resurrection,

         they got it.

They got the message Jesus had been telling them all along.

 

One death does it all.                  One death buys life for all.

One death brings healing and sanity and hope and new life,

         and everything worth giving up your own life for.

 

I pray that each of us will be able to really get it

         about this death, about this day.

It can be life changing         if you let it.

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