Station 6: The Death of Jesus
It was now about noon, and darkness came over the whole land until three in the afternoon, while the sun’s light failed; and the curtain of the temple was torn in two. Then Jesus, crying with a loud voice, said, ‘Father, into your hands I commend my spirit.’ Having said this, he breathed his last.
St. Matthew Passion Aria 49, Johann Sebastian Bach, (Concentus aus Wien) Nicolas Harnencourt
Aus Liebe will mein Heiland sterben,
Von einer Sünde weiß er nichts.
Daß das ewige Verderben
Und die Strafe des Gerichts
Nicht auf meiner Seele bliebe.
Out of love my Savior is
willing to die,
Of any sin he knows nothing,
So that eternal ruin
And the punishment of judgment
May not remain upon my soul.
My God, my God, have you forsaken us, or have we forsaken you? Our hearts cry out in anguish for the lonely and alone. May we not look away, but consider the hard truth revealed on the cross, and look there to know that none who suffer are ultimately alone, for you have become a companion in our suffering, that it may not get the last word. Amen.