- Posted by Lin Wilder
- On April 18, 2014
- 1 Comments
- catholicism, catholocism, christian, god, sacred
Good Friday dawned foggy, damp and cold here at Half Moon Bay and it seemed fitting to me because it is Good Friday.
While doing our walk along the beach after I completed my work of the morning, Shadow and I passed lots of people and their dogs; all kinds of dogs racing on the beach or up on the cliffs where we were. Many had sunglasses on as I did, foggy days are very common here in Half Moon Bay.
The fog is bright, almost white causing me to squint. It’s an oxymoron, isn’t it: Bright fog?
On this Good Friday, wearing sunglasses in the bright fog, I thought of a homily I heard last Sunday at the Palm Sunday Mass.
“We know the end of the story.” Fr. Paul was speaking extemporaneously or that is what it seemed because he began his homily after the long long Gospel reading by asking for feedback from the parishioners about what we had heard while listening to the beginning of what looked like the end for this man who called himself the son of God.
In response to his question, “What did you hear?”
A woman sitting in front of me replied, “Life after death.”
A very different response from the cowardice I was pondering as I sat thinking of Pilate and of Peter and of Judas. Each personally confronted with Jesus, in the case of Judas and Peter, they had known the man for 3 years…on a daily basis, they knew him, eating, traveling and praying with him.
They were his friends. And yet one turned him in and the other denied him.
While Pilate had no experience with him, he sensed something…but politics overrode the sense of something important.Devolving into sophistry: ‘What is truth?’, Pilate turned away from the Truth standing in front of him.
Each of the 3- cowards. I was stunned by the lady named Carol’s comment that this ugly, dark, brutal Gospel brought to her mind, ‘Life After death.’
Apparently so was the priest because he took off on her ‘life after death’ and launched into a most passionate rejoinder to the dark thoughts I was having.
“We know the end of the story!”
“This is our faith…that we live each day and celebrate each Sunday…of the death and resurrection of this Christ, this Son of God.” …..”The world wants what we have…even Hollywood; look at the movies of late..Passion of Christ, Son of God and Noah.”
The bright fog made me think of his homily..yes it is fitting that it be cold, foggy and damp. But the brightness to the fog reminds us of the end of the story….for each and every one of us, cowards and all.
And strangely, at about 3 this afternoon, the fog disappeared.