'Do we hear the noise of grave-diggers who are burying God?
Do we not smell the divine putrefaction? - for even Gods putrefy!
God is dead!
God remains dead!
And we have killed him!
How shall we console ourselves,
the most murderous of all murderers? ...
Is not the magnitude of this deed too great for us?
Shall we not ourselves have to become gods,
merely to seem worthy of it?'
I'm pretty sure Philosopher Nietzsche didn't have Good Friday in mind when he wrote these 19th century social observations. But for me, these haunting, depressive words sum up the brutal events that we remember today.
I desperately wanted to use the benefit of hindsight and finish this sad post with an optimistic 'TO BE CONTINUED...'
But then I thought back to the friends of Jesus as they witnessed his death. Their hopes had been destroyed. For them, this was the furthest thing possible from a good Friday!
In their minds there was no 'TO BE CONTINUED.'