Freelton Strabane United Church
To live our discipleship with integrity and grace.
Horseshoe Falls Regional Council
Good Friday
March 29 2024
Minister: Rev. Will Wheeler, B.A. M. Div. 905-659-3380 E-mail: [email protected]
Music Director Joan Simpson
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Gathering
There is a longing in our heart, O Lord
For you to reveal yourself to us
There is a longing in our heart for love
We only find in you, our Go
Call To worship
One :At the table
All: The Time had come.
One: In the garden.
All: The time had come
One: The betrayal,
All: The time has come
One And now?
One: Come to the shadows for now is the time to silence yourself in the still of this place
All: Here in this time as silence surrounds us we open our hearts to hear the promise of grace
One: come to the shadows and hear the story once more, of whispering palms in a garden, of hear the wine poured, hear the nail driven.
All: Now is the time.
All: God of passionate and vulnerable love, whose body, broken on the cross rebukes us still: Save us, hold us, and forgive us, that you as victor and victim might lead us from death to life Through Jesus, the Crucified amen.
Prayer Approach and Confession
One: Lord here are prayer
All: Meet us, Loving God, at the place of the skull, when we had hoped for a peaceful garden. Meet us in our defeats, when we had hoped for victory. Meet us in our temptation, when we had hoped for clear and easy decisions. Meet us here, O God, in this healing moment, for we need you now. For we have become lost to your ways . We have fallen before temptation and led others to stumble and fall. Before the law of love our sins of omission are all too apparent. We have not cared for your earth and your people with the energy we devote to our own self-interest. We seek your grace we seek your forgiveness and we seek for you love. Here O God our private confessions.
One: God knows who we are
All God forgives us for our failing
One God knows who we are
All God loves us all the same through the redemptive work of Jesus Christ for our sins he died for our victory over death he rose again.
The crowd had gathered that first night of the Passover, We were All together in an upper room. Jesus the twelve, others. Rich scents of roasted lamb garlic, turmeric and cumin bread, and even the wine perfumed the air, and an even more ancient story is told and a gift of freedom remembered and one promised. The wind dancing the curtains like ghosts. Cryptic words spoken. The room is cold, full of questions. The air is deep with the lingering echoes of betrayal and panic, of accusations and unfinished stories The serenity of the moment lost
One last glance at a table on the way out the door, broken bread on plates, spreading wine stains and the dancing curtains.
Jesus says “Let us to the garden.” Night’s sound surround them. A tear laden breath of a breeze touch his sorrowed brow. He asks “Will no one stay awake with me? Peter John James ? If you could but hear the anguish, the pleading the resignation in his voice. Prayers spoken to a waning moon Prayers spoken in the dark. That same darkness shattered in touch light. Jesus looks deep into Judas’s eyes, must it be a kiss, and act of love that begins this.
I remember that day, that day When God becomes one of us.
They called it a trial. A denial, a rooster crowed , a denial, are rooster laughed , a denial and a rooster mocked. And a heart broke.
Those thorns. A tree with long willow like branches thorns three and four inches long. Once woven into a mocking crown. How they stung into his brow, Each movement a fresh wound a fresh pain
A beating, His broad shoulders, his back flayed bloody. The weight of the cross bending breaking his legs, raw on the wounds of his back. Sinew tendons and muscles crying. Laboured breath, one more step one more step just one more step and it is finished.
Words echo my blood shed for you my body broken for you.
Hand forged, hand cut and the cruel shaped spikes of humanity’s ambition, its greed its fear biting into the flesh of salvation.
Arms forced back. Stretched chest muscles numb to the strain. Pain numbed by pain, breathing laboured a thirst bitter wine.
Oh God you are bleeding Oh God you are dying, oh God you are dead.
When Jesus wept the falling tears, in mercy flowed beyond all bounds. When Jesus groaned a trembling fear seized all the world. Father into your hands I commit my spirit.
“It is finished.” A long ending breath. Darkness consumes the light and all of creation stops in its course for in that moment it felt as if the very earth stopped its rotation, A mother’s mournful eyes.
Here rest his head bowed in sorrow,
Here rest his head fallen back on his mother’s arms. She remembers the blood of child birth wiped lovingly from his brow full of new life and hope , and now the blood of re-birth stains the cloth wiped from a brow of sorrow.
Here rests his head upon the lap of the Earth
A youth to Fortune and to Fame unknown.
Fair Science frown'd not on his humble birth,
And Melancholy mark'd him for her own.
A borrowed grave, a stone set , salvations seal.
A tired hand and strained eyes set down the words. Our words, for they are the words of our story.
All the pain that we hold, the pain of how we have been wronged, how we have wronged someone else is taken on in this torture to frail human flesh.
In that moment when in a last breath, Father into your hands I commit my spirit. God enfolded Christ onto himself. Hands of creation holding a broken vessel of hope. I wonder if in that moment in the tears of the Father if God asked Jesus for his forgiveness for what he required of him. I wonder if in that moment when the soul gasps its first breath of new life Christ said. All is forgiven.
When God was one if us.
We cannot come to Easter without today.
Today thorns, nails stone become symbols our own deathly hallows reminding us who is the true master of death.
For in our darkest hour when we too are faced with road we would not travel. We may because of this day. We can claim as given to us in the words of the saint
Christ be with me, Christ within me,
Christ behind me, Christ before me,
Christ beside me, Christ to win me,
Christ to comfort and restore me.
Christ beneath me, Christ above me,
Christ in quiet, Christ in danger,
Christ in hearts of all that love me,
Christ in mouth of friend and stranger.
I bind this today to me forever We bind unto us today and forever the saving grace of the cross, for Christ this day this hour takes on our pain and our sins. So that we might say in life in death in life beyond death we are not alone.
Prayer
All: God of the darkening road , Into the garden they went to Pray. Jesus looked up and offered to God all his fears all his burdens. What shall we offer up to you God, whose names shall we hold up you God? We pray For healing, for wholeness, for new life hear our prayer. In sickness, in death be near, hear our prayer, O God.
Lord, save us take pity, light in our darkness. We call you, we wait: be near, hear our prayer, O God. Lord we name our fears our anxiety, our anger, our solitude be near us God and surround us with your arms as you did Jesus this day. Amen
One: So there it is, the ugly shape of beautiful wood, rough hewn by human hands
All Lord Where are you Now?
One: And there it is a tight-shut tomb, a borrowed grave, sealed with stone and silence.
All Lord Where are you Now?
One: And there it is, your broken body, shrouded in linen, clothed in darkness.
All Lord Where are you Now?
One: And somewhere stand your people, crying though tired of crying, their eyes sore and bloodshot. They will not sleep tonight
All Lord Where are you Now?
One And out in the streets the children have stopped their playing, the sound of music has gone sour, even the unlikely people fidget and wonder
All Lord Where are you Now?
One And here are we, saying “if only” murmuring “surely not” counting the cost for once of our carelessness and our loveless ness and our sin. Trying so vainly to gain all, we’ve bartered you away in the transaction. In the midst of cream eggs, chocolate bunnies, and plush toys We have lost the one who found us.
All Lord Where are you Now?
One With all the Saints of all time we wait, for only you can tell whether we are worth rising for.
One: Now is the hour and there is darkness over the whole of the earth. And He cried to heaven. Father, into thy hands I commit my spirit.
One: And having said this he breathed his last. Now when the centurion saw what had taken place, he raised his eyes to heaven and said.
All: Certainly this man was innocent.
This is what it is When we survey the Wondrous Cross
One: We who have been baptized into Christ now die with him this day we have been buried with him. As Christ was raised from the dead by the glory of the father, so we too might walk in newness of life. Amen....Amen....Amen
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