April 13, 2001
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Sermon for April 13, 2001
Good Friday

Isaiah 52:13 - 53:12
Psalm
69:1-23

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The Passion of Our Lord Jesus Christ According to John 18:1 - 19:37 

After Jesus had spoken these words, he went out with his disciples across the Kidron valley to a place where there was a garden, which he and his disciples entered.  Now Judas, who betrayed him, also knew the place, because Jesus often met there with his disciples.  So Judas brought a detachment of soldiers together with police from the chief priests and the Pharisees, and they came there with lanterns and torches and weapons.  Then Jesus, knowing all that was to happen to him, came forward and asked them, "Whom are you looking for?"  They answered, "Jesus of Nazareth."  Jesus replied, "I am he."  Judas, who betrayed him, was standing with them.  When Jesus said to them, "I am he," they stepped back and fell to the ground.  Again he asked them, "Whom are you looking for?"  And they said, "Jesus of Nazareth".  Jesus answered, "I told you that I am he.  So if you are looking for me, let these men go."  This was to fulfill the word that he had spoken, "I did not lose a single one of those you gave me."  Then Simon Peter, who had a sword, drew it, struck the high priest's slave, and cut off his right ear.  The slave's name was Malchus.  Jesus said to Peter, "Put your sword back into its sheath.  Am I not to drink the cup which the Father has given me?"  So the soldiers, their officer, and the Jewish police arrested Jesus and bound him.  First they took him to Annas, who was the father-in-law of Caiaphas, who was the high priest that year.  Caiaphas was the one who had advised the Jews that it was better to have one person die for the people.  Simon Peter and another disciple followed Jesus.  Since that disciple was known to the high priest, he went with Jesus into the courtyard of the high priest, but Peter was standing outside at the gate.  So the other disciple, who was known to the high priest, went out, spoke to the woman who guarded the gate, and brought Peter in.  The woman said to Peter, "You are not also one of this man's disciples, are you?"  He said, "I am not."  Now the slaves and the police had made a charcoal fire because it was cold, and were standing around it and warming themselves.  Peter also was standing with them and warming himself.  Then the high priest questioned Jesus about his disciples and about this teaching.  Jesus answered, "I have spoken openly to the world;  I have always taught in the synagogues and in the temple, where all the Jews come together.  I have said nothing in secret.  Why do you ask me?  Ask those who heard what I said to them; they know what I said.  When he had said this, one of the police, standing nearby, struck Jesus in the face, saying, "Is that how you answer the high priest?"  Jesus answered, "If I have spoken wrongly, testify to the wrong.  But if I have spoken the truth, why do you strike me?"  Then Annas sent him bound to Caiaphas the high priest.  Now Simon Peter was standing and warming himself.  They asked him, "You are not also one of this man's disciples, are you?"  He denied it and said, "I am not."  One of the slaves of the high priest, a relative of the man whose ear Peter had cut off, asked, "Did I not see you in the garden with him?"  Again Peter denied it, and at that moment the cock crowed.  Then they took Jesus from Caiaphas to Pilate's headquarters.  It was early in the morning.  They themselves did not enter the headquarters so as to avoid ritual defilement and to be able to eat the Passover.  So Pilate went out to them and said, "What accusation do you bring against this man?"  They answered, "If this man were not a criminal, we would not have handed him over to you."  Pilate said to them, "Take him and judge him yourselves according to your law.  The Jews replied, "We are not permitted to put anyone to death."  (this was to fulfill what Jesus had said when he indicated the kind of death he was to die.)  Then Pilate entered the headquarters again, summoned Jesus, and asked him, "Are you the King of the Jews?"  Jesus answered, "Do you ask this on your own, or did others tell you about me?"  Pilate relied, "Am I a Jew?  Your own nation and the chief priests have handed you over to me.  What have you done?"  Jesus answered, "My kingdom is not from this world.  If my kingdom were from this world, my followers would be fighting to keep me from being handed over to the Jews.  But as it is, my kingdom is not from here."  Pilate asked him, "So you are a king?"  Jesus answered, "You say that I am a king.  For this I was born, and for this I came into the world, to testify to the truth.  Everyone who belongs to the truth listens to my voice."  Pilate asked him, "What is truth?"  After he had said this, he went out to the Jews again and told them, "I find no case against him.  But you have a custom that I release someone for you at the Passover.  Do you want me to release for you the King of the Jews?"  They shouted, "Not this man, but Barabbas!"  Now Barabbas was a bandit.  Then Pilate took Jesus and had him flogged.  And the soldiers wove a crown of thorns and put it on his head, and they dressed him in a purple robe.  They kept coming up to him, saying,  "Hail, King of the Jews!" and striking him on the face.  Pilate went out again and said to them, "Look, I am bringing him out to you to let you know that I find no case against him."  So Jesus came out, wearing the crown of thorns and the purple robe.  Pilate said to them,  "Here is the man!"  When the chief priests and the police saw him, they shouted, "Crucify him!" "Crucify him!"  Pilate said to them,  "Take him yourselves and crucify him; I find no case against him."  The Jews answered him, "We have a law, and according to that law he ought to die, because he has claimed to be the Son of God."  Now when Pilate heard this, he was more afraid than ever.  He entered his headquarters again and said to Jesus, "Where are you from?"  But Jesus gave him no answer.  Pilate therefore said to him, "Do you refuse to speak to me?"  "Do you not know that I have power to release you, and power to crucify you?"  Jesus answered him, "You would have no power over me unless it had given you from above; therefore the one who handed me over to you is guilty of a greater sin."  From then on Pilate tried to release him, but the Jews cried out,  "If you release this man, you are no friend of the emperor.  Everyone who claims to be a king sets himself against the emperor."  When Pilate heard these words, he brought Jesus outside and sat on the judge's bench at a place called the Stone Pavement, or in Hebrew, Gabbatha.  Now it was the day of Preparation for the Passover, and it was about noon.  He said to the Jews, "Here is your King!"  They cried out, "Away with him!" "Away with him!" "Crucify him!"  "Crucify him!"  "Crucify him!"  Pilate asked them, "Shall I crucify your King?"  The chief priests answered, "We have no king but the emperor!"  Then he handed him over to them to be crucified.  So they took Jesus, and carrying the cross by himself, he went out to what is called the Place of the Skull, which in Hebrew is called Golgotha.  There they crucified him, and with him two others, one on either side.  Pilate also had an inscription written and put on the cross.  It read, "Jesus of Nazareth, the King of the Jews."  Many of the Jews read this inscription, because it was written in Hebrew, in Latin, and in Greek.  Then the chief priests of the Jews said to Pilate, "Do not write, 'The King of the Jews,' but 'This man said, I am King of the Jews.'  Pilate said, "What I have written, I have written.  When the soldiers had crucified Jesus, they took his clothes and divided them into four parts, one for each soldier.  They also took his tunic; now the tunic was seamless, woven in one piece from top to bottom.  So they said to one another, "Let us not tear it, but cast lots for it to see who will get it."  this was to fulfill what the scripture says, "They divided my clothes among themselves, and for my clothing they cast lots."  And that is what the soldiers did.  Meanwhile, standing near the cross of Jesus were his mother, and his mother's sister, Mary the wife of Clopas, and Mary Magdalene.  When Jesus saw his mother and the disciple who he loved standing beside her, he said to his mother, "Woman, here is your son."  Then he said to the disciple, "Here is your mother."  And from that hour the disciple took her into his own home.  After this, when Jesus knew that all was now finished, he said (in order to fulfill the scripture), "I am thirsty."  A jar full of sour wine was standing there.  So they put a sponge full of the wine on a branch of hyssop and held it to his mouth.  When Jesus had received the wine,  he said,  "It is finished."  Then he bowed his head and gave up his spirit.  Since it was the day of Preparation, the Jews did not want the bodies left on the cross during the Sabbath, especially since that Sabbath was a day of great solemnity.  So they asked Pilate to have the legs of the crucified men broken and the bodies removed.  Then the soldiers came and broke the legs of the first and of the other who had been crucified with him.  But when they came to Jesus and saw that he was already dead, they did not break his legs.  Instead, one of the soldiers pierced his side with a spear, and at once blood and water came out.  (He who saw this has testified so that you also may believe.  His testimony is true, and he knows that he tells the truth.)  These things occurred so that the scripture might be fulfilled, "None of his bones shall be broken."  And again another passage of scripture says, "They shall look on the one whom they have pierced."

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Well, some of you have heard me talk about this story before, but I hope it bears repeating. In any event, it’s not going to hurt you any.

When I was fifteen years old, I went into the hospital to have surgery on my hip. I needed the operation because of a football injury I had suffered in fifth grade, which had refused to heal properly. (Very few people tear up their hips playing elementary school football, but I’ve always been creative.)

I had only been in the hospital one time before, and that was to be born. I didn’t remember it. As the doctor was describing my surgery, cutting through the largest muscle in the body, which happens to be right where you are sitting, and using screws to hold things in place, I was, to say the least, concerned. It didn’t help when he told me that when I woke up, I would feel like I had been "spanked with a machete." (He was a great doctor, but that bedside manner could use a little work.) Needless to say, I was afraid of the pain.

Now, all of this happened in ancient times, when people used to go to the hospital the night before surgery. I was in a double room, so after my mother left, I was alone with my roommate, who was about my age. It was dark and the curtain was partially pulled, so I couldn’t really see him. I tried to start up a conversation, out of nervousness mostly, but he made it very clear that he didn’t want to talk. You could sense his painful shyness, and how antisocial he was. I remember thinking, "That boy ain’t right."

Later, a resident came in to the dark room to ask me a few questions. (In ancient times, you would actually see a doctor before they cut you open.) After he asked me the routine questions, he said, "Do you know what your roommate is here for?" I said, "No." He looked at my roommate and asked if it were okay for him to tell me. The way the boy slowly answered "Yes" made me immediately feel sorry for him. Such shyness, such hurt.

"He has a condition called cutaneous alagia. (I didn’t remember that; I looked it up years later). What I did remember was that it is a rare condition in which the patient’s pain receptors do not work. The boy was living in what many of us long for — a pain-free world. And right about then, as I was getting ready to be spanked with a machete, that looked pretty good.

But a pain free world turns out not to be paradise. The boy could feel that his hand was on the stove, but he couldn’t feel that the stove was on —until he smelled the burning flesh. He could feel the ground when he jumped off a wall, but he couldn’t feel that he had broken his ankle. The doctor told me that the boy had broken almost every bone in his body and suffered terrible burns, all because he couldn’t feel pain.

Pain is such an enigma. It can be chronic, and debilitating, and sap the energy and strength and joy out of a person. And we all want to avoid it; we are all programmed to wince, to pull away, to duck, to avoid pain. We spend billions on drugs to make the pain go away.

And yet, the lesson I learned in the hospital was not the lesson the surgeon taught, that I could take the pain of being spanked with a machete; it was the lesson the boy taught, that I need pain. And as I have thought about it over the years, I have realized that pain is the basis of love. I’ve realized that what love means is the willingness to go into the broken places with another person, to share your painful places with them, to invite them to share their pain with you, to be willing to hurt with them.

Pain is such an enigma. We want so much to avoid it, and yet it seems to be the very thread from which meaning is woven.

I don’t know why that is. I don’t know whether God knows why. But God surely knows that loving involves pain, that one cannot love creatures who are as pain-ridden as we are, as pain tortured as we are, as pain twisted as we are, without experiencing pain. God knew that only through pain would God be able to convoke us how much God really loves us.

And God was right. And so, when God came among us, pure love incarnate as a human being, the divine invitation to a loving relationship, what did we do? And what have we been doing ever since? "Crucify him! Crucify him! Crucify him!"

Holy God, Holy and Mighty,
Holy Immortal One,
have mercy upon us.

The Rev. James H. Pritchett, Jr. St. John’s Episcopal Church, College Park, GA

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