Good Friday
On Good Friday, the Church enters into profound silence. The bells are hushed. The altar lies stripped. The tabernacle stands empty. The world seems suspended in sorrow as we contemplate the crucified Lord, Jesus Christ, whose outstretched arms on the Cross embrace the entirety of human suffering, sin, and death. Today is not merely a commemoration of an ancient tragedy. It is the living memorial of love’s supreme offering.
At the center of Good Friday is the Cross—not as an ornament or symbol of defeat, but as the altar of divine victory. Here, Jesus does not resist death, but embraces it with total obedience and self-giving love. “It is accomplished,” He declares—not with resignation but triumph. In those final words (John 19:30), the promise of redemption is sealed. The Crucified is not a victim of fate, but the willing Lamb who takes away the world's sins.
The depth of this mystery pierces the human heart. Who can fully grasp the weight of Christ’s suffering? His agony in Gethsemane, the scourging, the crown of thorns, the heavy Cross—each reveals not just physical torment, but the spiritual anguish of one who bears the sins of all. Yet in His silence, He speaks volumes. “Like a lamb led to the slaughter… he opened not his mouth” (Isaiah 53:7). The silence of Jesus is not the silence of defeat, but the quiet strength of a love that conquers hatred.
This day challenges us to behold our reflection in the Passion. We see ourselves in Peter’s denial, Judas’ betrayal, Pilate’s fear, and the crowd’s mockery. And yet, in the faithful women at the foot of the Cross and the silent fidelity of the Blessed Mother, we glimpse hope. Good Friday invites us to personal conversion, to kneel before the crucified Christ and confess, “It is my sin that nailed You there, but it is Your love that sets me free.”
Good Friday reveals the paradox of Christian faith: that life is found through death, that victory comes through surrender, and that love is proven in sacrifice. As we venerate the Cross, we do not glorify pain, but the love that pain could not overcome. The Cross remains the Tree of Life, watered by the blood of the Lamb, from which eternal hope blooms. In its shadow, we find our salvation.
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