Good Friday

  • Invitation 4

    Hi, all. My blogging service, Typepad, was under attack and rendered inoperable since last Thursday. Today, Tuesday, it's up and running again. What follows is what I had intended to post Friday through Sunday (Good Friday through Easter), pulled together… Continue reading

  • Digital Silence

    And lo,at noon,digital silencefell across the land–     no phones,    no pods,    no pads,     no tweets,    no posts,    no notifications,    no e-mails,    not a single text– only silence. And in the… Continue reading

  • Good Friday, 2013

    Train mein the fine and necessary grace    of dying. Teach meto paint the watercolor wash    of my own decay,to draw in delicate detail    my inevitable deterioration,to compose my private melody    of loneliness and loss. Then I shall be ready    for resurrection,to be the me    imagined at the… Continue reading

  • Reflections on Good Friday

    Good Friday.Tenebrae.Encroaching darkness,stillness. We gather to acknowledge loss–the loss of Christ on the cross,that great loss that echoes, honors, confirms our own.Tonight wraps us in loss.Tonight we wear the cloak of loss.Tonight darkness sweeps the earth    without the promise… Continue reading

  • Good Friday, 2012

    Nowseewhatyou'vegoneanddone? Text and image © 2012 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved. (With thanks to Jim.)   Continue reading

  • Denver Art Museum, Holy Saturday, 2011

    I The art of New Spain, 1598-1821.I sit on a creaking camp stoolsurrounded by assorted grim Jesuseswho bleed,who hang their heads with eternal weariness.Sad, solitary suffering,standing forever with hands bound,hanging forever with xylophone ribs. This is Good Friday stuff,not yet… Continue reading

  • Good Friday

    The most horrifying words in scripture–in all of human history–are these: "My God, my God, why have you abandoned me?" At that moment, Jesus felt utter betrayal; he'd trusted in God, and he'd been duped. His faith ended at that… Continue reading

  • Holiday for the Hurting

    Good Friday is the one holiday designed for those who hurt, for the lonely, the sick, the dying, the alienated, the outcast, the confused, the disenfranchised. Here is God, being exactly all those things, feeling all of that, understanding it… Continue reading

  • Holy Week

    For most of my life, the tender, sorrowful laments of Holy Week, more than the joyous, triumphant hymns of Easter, have attracted me… Continue reading