One Good Friday Recollection

Good Friday, in the Year of Our Lord, 2008

From Psalm 51

For in sacrifice you take no delight
burnt offering from me you would refuse,
my sacrifice, a contrite spirit.
A humbled, contrite sprit you will not spurn.

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The painting is by Caravaggio / Betrayal of Christ.

Jesus' faces expresses both resignation and pain. He knows what is about to happen to him. Judas kisses him so that the soldiers can be sure who they are supposed to capture. The man holding the light is Caravaggio himself. It was rediscovered in 1990.

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Today is Good Friday.

I recall, on the Friday before Easter, one particular childhood memory. At noon my mother would make sure that we three children were inside, and that for the next three hours we were silent or at least playing quietly. I think we had some vague idea as to the meaning of this infringement on our Easter vacation, that this was the time that Christ had died and descended into hell. I remember it being a dark and cloudy three hours -- of course, this was Delaware not southTexas. Can you imagine a mother having such a rule today?

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Good Friday and Holy Saturday will have no new posts. We will post Easter themed art on Sunday and then return, Monday, to our uninspired commentary on whatever it is we're thinking about.