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CALL TO WORSHIP
Pastor: God is light, in whom there is no darkness at all.
People: Jesus Christ is the light of the world.
Pastor: And this is the judgment, that the light has come into the world,
People: and we loved darkness rather than light.
LET ALL MORTAL FLESH KEEP SILENCEPublic Domain
Let all mortal flesh keep silence,
And with fear and trembling stand;
Ponder nothing earthly minded,
For with blessing in His hand,
Christ our God to earth descending
Comes our homage to demand.
King of kings, yet born of Mary,
As of old on earth He stood,
Lord of lords, in human vesture,
In the body and the blood;
He will give to all the faithful
His own self for heavenly food.
Rank on rank the host of heaven
Spreads its vanguard on the way,
As the Light of light descendeth
From the realms of endless day,
Comes the powers of hell to vanquish
As the darkness clears away.
OLD TESTAMENT READINGGenesis 3:10-15 (ESV)
10 And he said, “I heard the sound of you in the garden, and I was afraid,
because I was naked, and I hid myself.” 11 He said, “Who told you that
you were naked? Have you eaten of the tree of which I commanded you
not to eat?” 12 The man said, “The woman whom you gave to be with
me, she gave me fruit of the tree, and I ate.” 13 Then the Lord God said
to the woman, “What is this that you have done?” The woman said, “The
serpent deceived me, and I ate.”
14 The Lord God said to the serpent,
“Because you have done this,
cursed are you above all livestock
and above all beasts of the field;
on your belly you shall go,
and dust you shall eat
all the days of your life.15 I will put enmity between you and the woman,
and between your offspring and her offspring;
he shall bruise your head,
and you shall bruise his heel.”
READING FROM THE PROPHETSIsaiah 53:1-10, 12b (ESV)
1 Who has believed what he has heard from us?
And to whom has the arm of the Lord been revealed?2 For he grew up before him like a young plant,
and like a root out of dry ground;
he had no form or majesty that we should look at him,
and no beauty that we should desire him.3 He was despised and rejected by men,
a man of sorrows and acquainted with grief;
and as one from whom men hide their faces
he was despised, and we esteemed him not.
4 Surely he has borne our griefs
and carried our sorrows;
yet we esteemed him stricken,
smitten by God, and afflicted. 5 But he was pierced for our transgressions;
he was crushed for our iniquities;
upon him was the chastisement that brought us peace,
and with his wounds we are healed.6 All we like sheep have gone astray;
we have turned—every one—to his own way;
and the Lord has laid on him
the iniquity of us all.
7 He was oppressed, and he was afflicted,
yet he opened not his mouth;
like a lamb that is led to the slaughter,
and like a sheep that before its shearers is silent,
so he opened not his mouth.8 By oppression and judgment he was taken away;
and as for his generation, who considered
that he was cut off out of the land of the living,
stricken for the transgression of my people?9 And they made his grave with the wicked
and with a rich man in his death,
although he had done no violence,
and there was no deceit in his mouth.
10 Yet it was the will of the Lord to crush him;
he has put him to grief;
when his soul makes an offering for guilt,
he shall see his offspring; he shall prolong his days;
the will of the Lord shall prosper in his hand.
12 ...he bore the sin of many,
and makes intercession for the transgressors.
poem IS IT I?by Eugene Peterson
Christ’s round-table seminar
on sin, with wine
and bread for a snack,
for a moment
strays
from the psalm (was it the fifty-first?) they
are studying together
and it gets personal.
Ideas
in the head
are realized as facts in the heart.
Tympanic questions
percuss
the drumhead table:
Is it I / Is it I / Is it I?
Will I be among the lucky
eleven? Or will
I be the luckless
one?
Will doubt tonight mature in my denial?
Will sloth
sleep out a final betrayal?
Will greed break out
and make its grab?
Kyrie eleison. Kyrie eleison.
poem JUDAS, PETERby Luci Show
because we are all
betrayers, taking
silver and eating
body and blood and asking
(guilty) is it I and hearing
him say yes
it would be simple for us all
to rush out
and hang ourselves
but if we find grace
to cry and wait
after the voice of morning
has crowed in our ears
clearly enough
to break our hearts
he will be there
to ask us each again
do you love me?
LAST WORDS (TENEBRAE)Andrew Peterson / Ben Shive (CCLI# 48841)
Father, forgive them, for they know not what they do
Forgive them, they know not what they do...
Today you will be with me in Paradise
You will be with me today…
Behold your son, behold your mother, behold your son...
My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?
Why have you forsaken me?...
I thirst, I thirst
It is finished, it is finished…
Father, into your hands, into your hands
I commit my spirit
READING FROM THE GOSPELLuke 23:26-38 (ESV)
26 And as they led him away, they seized one Simon of Cyrene, who was coming
in from the country, and laid on him the cross, to carry it behind Jesus. 27 And
there followed him a great multitude of the people and of women who were
mourning and lamenting for him. 28 But turning to them Jesus said, “Daughters
of Jerusalem, do not weep for me, but weep for yourselves and for your
children. 29 For behold, the days are coming when they will say, ‘Blessed are the
barren and the wombs that never bore and the breasts that never nursed!’ 30 Then they will begin to say to the mountains, ‘Fall on us,’ and to the hills,
‘Cover us.’ 31 For if they do these things when the wood is green, what will
happen when it is dry?”
32 Two others, who were criminals, were led away to be put to death with him. 33 And when they came to the place that is called The Skull, there they crucified
him, and the criminals, one on his right and one on his left. 34 And Jesus said,
“Father, forgive them, for they know not what they do.” And they cast lots to
divide his garments. 35 And the people stood by, watching, but the rulers
scoffed at him, saying, “He saved others; let him save himself, if he is the Christ
of God, his Chosen One!” 36 The soldiers also mocked him, coming up and
offering him sour wine 37 and saying, “If you are the King of the Jews, save
yourself!” 38 There was also an inscription over him, “This is the King of
the Jews.”
READING FROM THE GOSPELLuke 23:39-43 (ESV)
39 One of the criminals who were hanged railed at him, saying, “Are you not the
Christ? Save yourself and us!” 40 But the other rebuked him, saying, “Do you not
fear God, since you are under the same sentence of condemnation? 41 And we
indeed justly, for we are receiving the due reward of our deeds; but this man
has done nothing wrong.” 42 And he said, “Jesus, remember me when you come
into your kingdom.” 43 And he said to him, “Truly, I say to you, today you will be
with me in paradise.”
WELL DONE, GOOD AND FAITHFULAedan Peterson / Andrew Peterson / Isaac Watts (CCLI# 48841)
Why has my God my soul forsook, nor will a smile afford
Thus David once in anguish spoke and thus our dying Lord
For it’s your chief delight to dwell among your praising saints
And yet you hear us groan as well and pity our complaints
Our fathers trusted in your name and great deliverance found
But he’s a worm despised of men who trot him to the ground
Men shake their heads and pass him by and laugh his soul to scorn
“In vain he trusts in God,” they cry, neglected and forlorn
But you are he who formed his flesh by your own mighty word
And since he hung upon the breast his hope was in the Lord
Why would his father hide his face when foes stand threatening ‘round
In his dark hour of deep distress and not a helper found
Why, oh why, my God?
Why, oh why, my God?
For the joy set before him he endured
And is seated at the right hand of the throne
Well done, good and faithful, well done
Well done, good and faithful one
Behold your dear one left among with the cruel and the proud
As mighty bulls so fierce and strong, as lions roaring loud
From earth and hell and sorrows meet to multiply the pain
They nail his hands, they pierce his feet and mock him yet again
But if your sovereign hand let loose a rage in earth and hell
Why would my Heavenly father bruise the son he loved so well?
He prayed in dark Gethsemane, “Withhold this bitter cup”
But he resigned his will to thee and drank the sorrows up
Our savior cried with David’s grief, “In groans I waste my breath
Thy hand has brought me down beneath the bitter dust of death”
And then he gave his spirit up to trust it in your hand
His dying flesh reposed in hope, to rise at your command
Why, oh why, my God?
Why, oh why, my God?
For the joy set before him he endured
And is seated at the right hand of the throne
Well done, good and faithful, well done
Well done, good and faithful, well done
Well done good and faithful one
poem HOLY SONNETS: DEATH, BE NOT PROUDby John Donne
Death, be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so;
For those whom thou think’st thou dost overthrow
Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be,
Much pleasure; then from thee much more must flow,
And soonest our best men with thee do go,
Rest of their bones, and soul’s delivery.
Thou art slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell,
And poppy or charms can make us sleep as well
And better than thy stroke; why swell’st thou then?
One short sleep past, we wake eternally
And death shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die.
READING FROM THE PSALMSPsalm 22:1-11 (ESV)
1 My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?
Why are you so far from saving me, from the words of my groaning?2 O my God, I cry by day, but you do not answer,
and by night, but I find no rest.
3 Yet you are holy,
enthroned on the praises of Israel.4 In you our fathers trusted;
they trusted, and you delivered them.5 To you they cried and were rescued;
in you they trusted and were not put to shame.
6 But I am a worm and not a man,
scorned by mankind and despised by the people.7 All who see me mock me;
they make mouths at me; they wag their heads;8 “He trusts in the Lord; let him deliver him;
let him rescue him, for he delights in him!”
9 Yet you are he who took me from the womb;
you made me trust you at my mother’s breasts.10 On you was I cast from my birth,
and from my mother’s womb you have been my God.11 Be not far from me,
for trouble is near,
and there is none to help.
READING FROM THE GOSPELMark 15:33-39 (ESV)
33 And when the sixth hour had come, there was darkness over the whole land
until the ninth hour. 34 And at the ninth hour Jesus cried with a loud voice,
“Eloi, Eloi, lema sabachthani?” which means, “My God, my God, why have you
forsaken me?” 35 And some of the bystanders hearing it said, “Behold, he is
calling Elijah.” 36 And someone ran and filled a sponge with sour wine, put it
on a reed and gave it to him to drink, saying, “Wait, let us see whether Elijah
will come to take him down.” 37 And Jesus uttered a loud cry and breathed his
last. 38 And the curtain of the temple was torn in two, from top to bottom. 39 And
when the centurion, who stood facing him, saw that in this way he breathed his
last, he said, “Truly this man was the Son of God!”
THE SILENCE OF GODAndrew Peterson (CCLI# 48841)
It’s enough to drive a man crazy, it’ll break a man’s faith
It’s enough to make him wonder if he’s ever been sane
When he’s bleating for comfort from thy staff and thy rod
And the heavens’ only answer is the silence of God
It’ll shake a man’s timbers when he loses his heart
When he has to remember what broke him apart
This yoke may be easy, but this burden is not
When the crying fields are frozen by the silence of God
And if a man has got to listen to the voices of the mob
Who are reeling in the throes of all the happiness they’ve got
When they tell you all their troubles have been nailed up to that cross
Then what about the times when even followers get lost?
‘Cause we all get lost sometimes...
There’s a statue of Jesus on a monastery knoll
In the hills of Kentucky, all quiet and cold
And He’s kneeling in the garden, as silent as a stone
All His friends are sleeping and He’s weeping all alone
And the man of all sorrows, he never forgot
What sorrow is carried by the hearts that he bought
So when the questions dissolve into the silence of God
The aching may remain, but the breaking does not
The aching may remain, but the breaking does not
In the holy, lonesome echo of the silence of God
O SACRED HEAD NOW WOUNDEDPublic Domain
O sacred Head, now wounded
With grief and shame weighed down
Now scornfully surrounded
With thorns, Thine only crown
How pale thou art with anguish
With sore abuse and scorn
How does that visage languish
Which once was bright as morn
Which once was bright as morn
What Thou, my Lord, hast suffered
T’was all for sinners’ gain
Mine, mine was the transgression
But Thine the deadly pain
Lo, here I fall, my Savior
‘Tis I deserve Thy place
Look on me with Thy favor
Vouchsafe to me Thy grace
Vouchsafe to me Thy grace
What language shall I borrow
To thank Thee, dearest friend
For this Thy dying sorrow
Thy pity without end
O make me Thine forever
And should I fainting be
Lord, let me never, never
Outlive my love for Thee
Outlive my love for Thee
READING FROM THE GOSPELJohn 19:28-30 (ESV)
28 After this, Jesus, knowing that all was now finished, said (to fulfill the
Scripture), “I thirst.” 29 A jar full of sour wine stood there, so they put a sponge
full of the sour wine on a hyssop branch and held it to his mouth. 30 When Jesus
had received the sour wine, he said, “It is finished,” and he bowed his head and
gave up his spirit.
poem GOOD FRIDAYby Christina Rossetti
Am I a stone, and not a sheep,
That I can stand, O Christ, beneath Thy cross,
To number drop by drop Thy blood’s slow loss,
And yet not weep?
Not so those women loved
Who with exceeding grief lamented Thee;
Not so fallen Peter, weeping bitterly;
Not so the thief was moved;
Not so the Sun and Moon
Which hid their faces in a starless sky,
A horror of great darkness at broad noon –
I, only I.
Yet give not o’er,
But seek Thy sheep, true Shepherd of the flock;
Greater than Moses, turn and look once more
And smite a rock.
ALWAYS GOODAndrew Peterson (CCLI# 48841)
Do You remember how Mary was grieving?
How You wept and she fell at Your feet?
If it’s true that You know what I’m feeling
Could it be that You’re weeping with me?
Arise, O Lord, and save me
There’s nowhere else to go
You’re always good, always good
Somehow this sorrow is shaping my heart like it should
And You’re always good, always good
Well it’s so hard to know what You’re doing
Why won’t You tell it all plain?
But You said You’d come back on the third day
And Peter missed it again and again
So maybe the answer surrounds us
But we don’t have eyes to see
That You’re always good, always good
This heartache is moving me closer than joy ever could
And You’re always good
My God, my God, be near me
There’s nowhere else to go
And Lord, if You can hear me
Please help Your child to know
That You’re always good, always good
As we try to believe what is not meant to be understood
Will You help us to trust Your intentions for us are still good
‘Cause You laid down Your life
And You suffered like I never could
You’re always good, always good
You’re always good, always good
READING FROM THE GOSPELLuke 23:44-56 (ESV)
44 It was now about the sixth hour, and there was darkness over the whole land
until the ninth hour, 45 while the sun’s light failed. And the curtain of the temple
was torn in two. 46 Then Jesus, calling out with a loud voice, said, “Father, into
your hands I commit my spirit!” And having said this he breathed his last. 47
Now when the centurion saw what had taken place, he praised God, saying,
“Certainly this man was innocent!” 48 And all the crowds that had assembled for
this spectacle, when they saw what had taken place, returned home beating
their breasts. 49 And all his acquaintances and the women who had followed him
from Galilee stood at a distance watching these things.
50 Now there was a man named Joseph, from the Jewish town of Arimathea.
He was a member of the council, a good and righteous man, 51 who had not
consented to their decision and action; and he was looking for the kingdom of
God. 52 This man went to Pilate and asked for the body of Jesus.
53 Then he took it down and wrapped it in a linen shroud and laid him in a
tomb cut in stone, where no one had ever yet been laid. 54 It was the day of
Preparation, and the Sabbath was beginning. 55 The women who had come with
him from Galilee followed and saw the tomb and how his body was laid. 56 Then
they returned and prepared spices and ointments.
On the Sabbath they rested according to the commandment.
GOD RESTEDAndrew Peterson (CCLI# 48841)
So they took His body down
The man who said He was the resurrection and the life
Was lifeless on the ground
The sky was red as blood along the blade of night
As the sabbath fell they shrouded Him in linen
They dressed Him like a wound
The rich man and the women
They laid Him in the tomb
Six days shall you labor
The seventh is the Lord’s
In six He made the earth and all the heavens
But He rested on the seventh
God rested
He said that it was finished
And the seventh day, He blessed it
God rested
So they laid their hopes away
They buried all their dreams about the kingdom He proclaimed
And they sealed them in the grave
As a holy silence fell on all Jerusalem
But the Pharisees were restless
Pilate had no peace
And Peter’s heart was reckless
Mary couldn’t sleep
But God rested
Six days shall you labor
The seventh is the Lord’s
In six He made the earth and all the heavens
But He rested on the seventh
God rested
He worked till it was finished
And the seventh day, He blessed it
He said that it was good
And the seventh day, He blessed it
God rested
The sun went down
The sabbath faded
The holy day was done and all creation waited
HOMILYPastor Charles Johnson
IS HE WORTHY?Andrew Peterson / Ben Shive (CCLI# 48841)
Do you feel the world is broken? (We do)
Do you feel the shadows deepen? (We do)
But do you know that all the dark
won’t stop the light from getting through? (We do)
Do you wish that you could see it all made new? (We do)
Is all creation groaning? (It is)
Is a new creation coming? (It is)
Is the glory of the Lord to be the light within our midst? (It is)
Is it good that we remind ourselves of this? (It is)
Is anyone worthy? Is anyone whole?
Is anyone able to break the seal and open the scroll?
The Lion of Judah who conquered the grave
He is David’s root and the Lamb who died to ransom the slave
Is He worthy? Is He worthy?
Of all blessing and honor and glory
Is He worthy of this?
He is
Does the Father truly love us? (He does)
Does the Spirit move among us? (He does)
And does Jesus, our Messiah hold forever those He loves? (He does)
Does our God intend to dwell again with us? (He does)
Is anyone worthy? Is anyone whole?
Is anyone able to break the seal and open the scroll?
The Lion of Judah who conquered the grave
He is David’s root and the Lamb who died to ransom the slave
From every people and tribe
Every nation and tongue
He has made us a kingdom and priests to God
To reign with the Son
Is He worthy? Is He worthy?
Of all blessing and honor and glory
Is He worthy? Is He worthy?
Is He worthy of this?
He is!
Is He worthy? Is He worthy?
He is!
He is!
THANK YOUMusicians: Andrew Peterson and band; Becca Bradley (cello)
Production Team: Chris Spears (Video Director); Carl Simakoff (Camera);
Danny Ayala (Camera); Collin Hadley (Audio / Lighting); Gage Clark (Audio);
Harold Rubens (Technical Director / Production Manager)
Readers: Pastor Ken Leggett, Harry Hutchison, Elizabeth Hutchison,
Angela Dominessy, Carl Simakoff, Jim Clark, Pastor Casey Cramer,
Pastor Mike Smith, Skye Peterson, Pastor Charles Johnson