You gotta eat his flesh, you gotta drink his blood
He shed his blood to cover you! American Werewolf!
This is by far my favorite punk band ever. I was listening to this album and this made me think about Easter and all.
And about the ninth hour Jesus cried out with a loud voice, saying, “Eli, Eli, lema sabachthani?” that is, “My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?” And some of the bystanders, hearing it, said, “This man is calling Elijah.” And one of them at once ran and took a sponge, filled it with sour wine, and put it on a reed and gave it to him to drink. But the others said, “Wait, let us see whether Elijah will come to save him.” And Jesus cried out again with a loud voice and yielded up his spirit. And behold, the curtain of the temple was torn in two, from top to bottom. And the earth shook, and the rocks were split. The tombs also were opened. And many bodies of the saints who had fallen asleep were raised, and coming out of the tombs after his resurrection they went into the holy city and appeared to many. When the centurion and those who were with him, keeping watch over Jesus, saw the earthquake and what took place, they were filled with awe and said, “Truly this was the Son of God!” (Matthew 27:46-54)
It’s Good Friday. Often times when I was a child I wondered why we celebrate the fact that Jesus was brutally flogged and murdered. I would think of his bloodied face, swollen and unrecognizable and I would want to scream, “How was this a good Friday?”
But now I think we take for granted how good it is. Jesus, the lamb of God, hanged on that cross and died for me. I can live because he suffered and died. And most importantly, I can live because he conquered death and rose again three days later, victorious and magnificent and beautiful. Amen.