Good Friday Florilegium

Father, into your hands I commit my spirit.” Luke 23:46


“Were it a war–this would be the aftermath.
Were it a symphony–this would be the second between the final note and the first applause.
Were it a journey–this would be the sight of home.
Were it a storm–this would be the sun, piercing the clouds.
But it wasn’t. It was a Messiah. And this was a sigh of joy.

‘Father!’ (The voice is hoarse.)
The voice that called forth the dead, the voice that taught the willing,
the voice that screamed at God, ‘why have you forsaken me?’
now says, ‘Father!’

The two are again one.
The abandoned is now found.
The schism is now bridged.

‘Father. It’s over.’

Satan’s vultures have been scattered. Hell’s demons have been jailed. Death has been damned.


The sun is out.
The Son is out.

It’s over…
‘Take me home.’

Yes, take him home.
Take this prince to his king.
Take this son to his father.
Take this pilgrim to his home…

‘Take me home.’

Come ten thousand angels! Come and take this wounded troubador to the cradle of his Father’s arms.

Farewell manger’s infant
Bless you holy ambassador
Go home death slayer
Rest well sweet soldier.

The battle is over.”

–Max Lucado, from No Wonder They Call Him the Savior

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