CHAPTER XXII. GOOD-FRIDAY.
One wonders how it came to have that
name! We cannot help feeling, that if other
titles were as well-deserved, it would be a blessing
to the world. For instance, if Nobleman, Gentleman,
Reverend, &c., were as descriptive as this day’s
name, there would be many happier people than there
are.
No wonder that it should be called
“Good,” for it helps us to look back to
the time when the best action the world has known,
or can know, was done. We gaze upon the Cross,
and we thank God for His unspeakable gift. One
knows not which to admire the most: the Love that
could smite the Well-beloved, or the Love that could,
for the sake of enemies, bear the blow?
How do our readers mean to spend the
day? We have no right to bind any man’s
conscience, and seek to have others do as we do, except
they are led in the same direction, and yet we wonder
how those who observe the day at all, can allow themselves
to spend it in dissipation.
We are no admirer of those who make
the day one of sadness and gloom.
It is good-Friday,
and we cannot understand how men can
allow themselves to act as though it were Bad Friday,
as though they could hear the hammer nailing Christ
to the cross. A high churchman’s conscience
is a wonderful thing, and in nothing is it so surprising
as this, that it can allow itself to act as though
Jesus were slain and in His tomb! Has not the
Lord Himself spoken? Let us listen to Him who
speaks in rebuke to those who would darken our homes
and places of worship, and cheat themselves into a
sentimentality which again sees the corpse of Jesus
laid in Joseph’s grave.
“I am he that
liveth and was dead, and behold
I am alive for evermore.”
It cannot be pleasing to Jesus to
be spoken of as though He was once more in the hands
of His enemies.
While we regret that so many people
in our country should make this day one of rioting
and extravagance, we are sure that it is in some degree
a reaction from the usages of those who would have
us spend the day in sorrow. That which is unreal
must in time become unsatisfactory, and those who
would compel us to live over again the sorrows of Calvary,
may drive us to football, or that which is worse!
Let men once think that the church has turned actor,
and they will say, “No, we will go to the theatre,
for there the acting is better done.”
Every day we should visit
in spirit the cross of Jesus, for every day we need
the merit of the atonement, and the stimulus of that
example of self-forgetfulness. Let us turn
away from the so-called realism which would hang the
world in black, and, at the same time let us avoid
those who would make this a day of revelry.
There is a middle path, one upon which Christ smiles,
and a path we can tread any day, and thus make it good we
mean the
Pathway of self-sacrifice.
For the joy of blessing others, let
us be willing to endure shame or pain. There
is always pleasure to be earned by those who are willing
to pay the price, the pleasure of unselfishness, but
this cannot be tasted except by those who seek their
highest joy in the wellbeing of others. Our risen
and glorified Lord tastes this joy every day, Good-Friday
not excepted, and we think it will lead us to spend
the day according to His will, if we seek for ourselves
all the blessings He purchased with His blood, and
none more earnestly than that sanctifying Spirit who
will help us to follow His blessed example, and, by
caring others,
Make every good.
The crown cannot be
Independent
of the spade!