The dripping blood our only drink,
The bloody flesh our only food:
In spite of which we like to think
That we are sound, substantial flesh and blood–
Again, in spite of that, we call this Friday good.
—T.S. Eliot
It’s been 20 years sine I first heard that TS Eliot poem and every year on Good Friday that one line comes to my mind; in spite of that, we call this Friday good. Christ’s body and blood given and shed for us for the forgiveness of sins is what we can hold to in this life.
We mourn on this Friday when we think of our Savior bearing the awful load of our sins but:
Here we have a firm foundation;
Here the refuge of the lost;
Christ, the rock of our salvation,
His the name of which we boast.
Lamb of God, for sinners wounded,
Sacrifice to cancel guilt!
None shall ever be confounded
Who on him their hope have built. source
So “we call this Friday GOOD.”
