I posted this on Good Friday, three years ago 2017…
“On Good Friday last year the SS found some pretext to punish 60 priests
with an hour on “the tree.”
That is the mildest camp punishment.
They tie a man’s hands together behind his back, palms facing out and fingers pointing backward.
Then they turn his hands inwards, tie a chain around his wrists and hoist him up by it.
His own wight twists his joints and pulls them apart…
Several of the priest who were hung up last year never recovered and died.
If you don’t have a strong heart, you don’t survive it.
Many have a permanently crippled hand.”
Jean Bernard, Priestblock 25487: a Memoir of Dachau
(worn grave marker, Rock of Cashel / County Tipperary, Ireland / Julie Cook)
“Despite our earnest efforts, we couldn’t climb all the way up to God.
So what did God do? In an amazing act of condescension, on Good Friday,
God climbed down to us, became one with us.
The story of divine condescension begins on Christmas and ends on Good Friday.
We thought, if there is to be business between us and God, we must somehow get up to God.
Then God came down, down to the level of the cross, all the way down to the depths of hell.
He who knew not sin took on our sin so that we might be free of it.
God still stoops, in your life and mine, condescends.
“Are you able to drink the cup that I am to drink?” he asked his disciples,
before his way up Golgotha.
Our answer is an obvious, “No!”
His cup is not only the cup of crucifixion and death,
it is the bloody, bloody cup that one must drink if one is going to get mixed up in us.
Any God who would wander into the human condition,
any God who has this thirst to pursue us, had better not be too put off by pain,
for that’s the way we tend to treat our saviors.
Any God who tries to love us had better be ready to die for it.
As Chesterton writes, “Any man who preaches real love is bound to beget hate…
Real love has always ended in bloodshed.”
William H. Willimon,
Thank God It’s Friday: Encountering the Seven Last Words from the Cross
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Be safe and fully blessed GW 🥰🐛🍪
“The story of divine condescension begins on Christmas and ends on Good Friday.”
Thank you, Julie for this wonderful “pondering.” I shall be lay it atop my heart all day today. Hugs to you for sharing.❤️
I just noticed the title of your page. Mine is called Sound of Silence. How great minds work together amazes me.
We are indeed kindred souls 🥰