Presbyterian Church (U.S.A.)
Regional Liaison, South America
Former Director, World Association for Christian Communication
Good Friday in a Time of Pandemic
Today God dies.
– they say –
something else might happen
Today what is, is confusion, affliction, death.
That’s the way it’s always been.
Someday, says the Psalmist
all this will change.
For now, nothing changes.
Not yesterday. Not tomorrow.
Today our lot is to live with this pain.
Disconsolate, we weep for what surrounds us.
Today a chill shivers deep,
in the deepest corners of all that is.
Today God tastes mortality
If it were not so, hope would have no substance.
If it were not so, how could we dream of resurrection?