
Good Friday is the one day that Christians put aside their relentless celebration of Christ's victory over death and the immortality that it has allegedly gained for me. I just cannot relate to all of this gloating over a gift that I do not understand. At the risk of appearing ungrateful, I never asked for immortality. Based on my experience, immortality is the absolutely last thing I would ever ask for… and I still don't want it. There is already too much suffering to bear in this short life. I fret about the future of the world and the fate of the ones I love within it. I watch the stunned families who dare to show up at my workplace and contemplate the majority of families who hide elsewhere unable to face what cruel fate has dealt them. This notion of an all encompassing, all powerful victory over all suffering that was supposedly resolved for me 2000 years ago is so foreign to my actual experience that it just rings up empty. As empty as the absence of the omnipotent god at the injustice on the cross 2000 years ago or any injustice before or since. We have all witnessed injustices. I relate much more to the Jesus who cries forsaken than I do to this king in some heaven that I cannot fathom. And my life is one blessing after another.
Frankly, there are many places in our society where I can live in a fantasy land of never-ending victory. The cinema is abound with the good triumphing over evil, often accompanied by gratifying violence and/or sex. Well, in church, the major difference is that the token gratifier is apparently immortality. These outward tokens devalue the inherent worth of the intrinsic values or actions that they overshadow. In other words, the addition of immortality as a token reward implies that Jesus' teachings and actions of humanising the 'other' hold no value on their own. The immortality trumps everything else. That is not the way I see it. This is where I become an outcast within my own religion.


Disturb us, Lord, when
We are too well pleased with ourselves,
When our dreams have come true
Because we have dreamed too little,
When we arrived safely
Because we sailed too close to the shore.
Disturb us, Lord, when
With the abundance of things we possess
We have lost our thirst
For the waters of life;
Having fallen in love with life,
We have ceased to dream of eternity
And in our efforts to build a new earth,
We have allowed our vision
Of the new Heaven to dim.
Disturb us, Lord, to dare more boldly,
To venture on wider seas
Where storms will show your mastery;
Where losing sight of land,
We shall find the stars.
We ask You to push back
The horizons of our hopes;
And to push into the future
In strength, courage, hope, and love.
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