On Good Friday, we are usually looking up. Jesus hangs on the cross, arms stretched out in love as if to embrace the whole world. Jesus and his agony, it seems, is the focus of our attention this day. But what if we looked down? What would we see?
When those who were near the cross on that solemn day finally looked down after Jesus gave up his spirit, there were many surprises. All around, they had come. Some, like the Blessed Mother, Mary the wife of Cleophas, Mary Magdalene, and the Beloved Disciple are named. But there were others who were not named. Something had drawn them here.
There were plenty who were here for the sport of a public execution. There were those who did the dastardly deed with nails and hammers. There were the soldiers who would pierce his side. But I’m not talking about these. I’m talking about the ones who came for a different reason. They came for love.
The ones who came for love weren’t drawn by the words Pilate hastily wrote and placed above Jesus’s head on the cross. They certainly weren’t there for the spectacle or for curiosity. They weren’t there to jeer or mock Jesus. The ones who came for love came for one reason only: they knew his voice.
It was a motley collection of people there near the foot of the cross. They surprised one another. But that’s what love does: it surprises us. Of course, the poor were there. The ones who hardly had two denaari to rub together came because they were hungry. They knew the one on the cross could not give them bread right now, but they knew he would feed them. They had heard him say so: I am the bread of life. Even on the verge of death, he would satisfy their hunger.
The lonely were there, too. Some of the outcasts and the social pariahs came as well. Some had committed crimes that they hoped no one would ever discover. The only place they knew to come was here, the foot of the cross. Because they heard him say before: I am the good shepherd. They knew that where the deepest loneliness was, he would most certainly be there, too.
There were other women besides the Marys, women, unfortunates treated as less than human in their marriages. And there were the people regarded as notorious sinners, shunned by society, and vulnerable to abuse. They came because they heard him say it: I am the gate for the sheep. They knew that this was the safest place on earth, and that when they came close to him, he would protect them, even if it seemed like the most dangerous place on earth.
There were the blind, who knew that they could find their deepest sight in this man hanging from a tree. And those who needed others to carry them were brought. The sick and the suffering made the journey here, too. They came for healing, because they heard him say it before: I am the light of the world. This one on the cross would give light to the darkness of their lives.
Among those near the cross were some of the most aimless and directionless. Some had been led astray by false prophets before. Some thought they had faith until a tragedy struck. Others didn’t know God until they heard this one say it: I am the way, and the truth, and the life. In the chaos of their lives, something about this man compelled them to come, trusting that they would find abundant life.
Those who were mourning recent deaths stood expectantly waiting at the foot of the cross. Their bowels groaned with the emptiness of their losses, but they came because they heard him say it before: I am the resurrection and the life. They had heard about Lazarus. They knew that the who had wept for his friend would give them hope.
They all went to the foot of the cross because they had heard his voice. Even above the fracas of the angry crowd, even above the pounding of the nails into the hard wood of a cross, even above the tone of cynicism, they still heard his voice. They recognized it, because the one who was now the spotless victim had called them by name. The Good Shepherd of the sheep was now the innocent lamb led to the slaughter. He was true to his word. He would indeed give his life for his precious sheep. They knew it now. They knew his voice. So, to the cross they came. They came for love.
And here we are. We are at the foot of the cross. We are a no less surprising group of people than those who gathered at the cross for love oh so many years ago. We have heard him say it, too, which is why we came. We have come with all that seems unlovable about us. We have come with our deepest secrets and most painful sins that have isolated us for years. We have come with our aching hunger. We have come with recent deaths weighing on our hearts. We have come with the numbing confusion of grasping for the rudder in a rudderless world. We have come to find truth when everything else is lies. When we have given up on loving ourselves and others, we have come with a desperate last hope that here we will find love. We came for love.
The shepherd has become the sheep who sacrifices himself for the rest of the flock. The king reigns from a tree. The one who is I AM has accomplished the perfect salvation of the world. It is finished. It is complete. The Savior of the world has stretched out his arms to draw all people to himself. This Shepherd has become a slain sheep so that everyone can be found.
We look up at him on the cross. Then we look down in awe at all who have come here, many of whom we would never have imagined could be in this place. We are surprised by love. Here, at the cross, is the place where deepest loneliness becomes the place of deepest communion. Here, at the cross, is the place where death becomes life. Here, at the cross, is the place where all that is unloved is loved for all eternity.
We heard him say it. We still hear him say it. I am, he says. The blazing bush is before us. We take off our shoes because we are on holy ground. We have come for love, and love speaks. And we fall backward to the ground. And we worship and adore.
Sermon by Father Kyle Babin
Good Friday
April 7, 2023