Passion sacrificed to keep from going crazy.

I hope we sit together when Jesus serves the wine
So I can look into your eyes when I taste it the first time
And I know there’s no secrets when you’re sitting at that table
But I believe we’ll smile real knowingly when we read the label
And it says “passion sacrificed to keep from going crazy.”
We’ll tip our glasses to the Host who used to look so hazy
And drink it down all sweet and slow and slip inside His mind
And realize as it goes down- this is communion wine -Waterdeep, “Both of Us’ll Feel the Blast”

Today was intramurals at my school, and between the balance beam and having the students run through tires like football teams do on TV (is there a real name for that activity? Tire agility?), I did not have a lot of time to reflect on Good Friday. Last night, I went for a walk with a friend instead of going to the Maundy Thursday service, and it was a good decision for me, a good time to catch up with my friend, but it left me feeling a little bit bereft today, this most holy of days.

It’s not easy to take in what happened on Good Friday, not without a bit of preparation, and I was not up to it this year. I did my best, but life and work and distractions kept me from being emotionally ready. On one hand, that’s okay. There’s a reason we celebrate it every year, and every year does not have to look exactly the same. The message of Good Friday is one that should be lived out every single day, even ordinary Fridays when you are watching teenagers tiptoe their way across a balance beam placed somewhere on a baseball outfield. On the other hand, it’s nice when you are ready to dwell on the idea of God, made flesh, taking the punishment for our sins.

A bit randomly, though, the above song ended up in my head: “Both of Us’ll Feel the Blast” by Waterdeep. I know, I know. I love Waterdeep a little too much. But what a great song, what a great lyric for Good Friday: “Passion sacrificed to keep from going crazy.” It’s true that this song is about both sex and God, but for me, that line has always been a reminder that God’s love for humankind is such that he would send his son to die just so he can be with us for eternity. On Good Friday, we celebrate that sacrifice, and on Easter Sunday, we will celebrate that passion, that love, victorious over sin and death. We will put on our bright spring dresses and our nicest suits, we will spend time with friends and family, and we will try our best to remember what all this passion means, to let it make its imprint on the way we live our daily lives. We will try and we will fail. But God’s passionate love is there for us just the same, making every ordinary Friday a holy one, even when we have forgotten to remember what that looks like.

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