April 2, 2021
In his poem East Coker, T.S. Eliot writes, “The dripping blood our only drink, / The bloody flesh our only food: / In spite of which we like to think / That we are sound, substantial flesh and blood— / Again, in spite of that, we call this Friday good.”
We are not inherently sound. Otherwise, He would not have gone to the cross. But He did go to the cross. It is crucially (the word meaning “important” which is derived from Latin’s “crux” or cross) that you understand the personal significance of Good Friday.
He died for you. For a moment, forget that He died for the sins of the world. Today, drink deeply of the dripping blood, poured out for you.
“Almighty God, we pray you graciously to behold this your family, for whom our Lord Jesus Christ was willing to be betrayed, and given into the hands of sinners, and to suffer death upon the cross; who now lives and reigns with you and the Holy Spirit, one God, for ever and ever. Amen.” (Collect for Good Friday)