Station 6: The Death of Jesus
Luke 23: 44-46
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 - Director [4:33]
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.
As friends and neighbors from around the world contend with a respiratory virus, I’ve become very aware of my own breath. In the second creation story of Genesis, God forms the human from the dust of the ground, but this new creature doesn’t come alive until God breathes into it the breath of life. Now the breath of life has left the Son of God, and like so many around the world, he is left to die alone. Forsaken. Jesus is utterly and completely abandoned, in solidarity with the anguish of so many who experience the same fate.
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.