Good Friday

Yes, it is about reading how Jesus suffered and died.

 

Yes, we sing hymns.

 

Yes, we have moments of silence.

 

Each year, we remember our own struggles, pain, disappointment and the times of rejection, too.

 

 


In 2014, we remembered the beginning of the Great War (1914-1918). We reflected on the desolation of Calvary and the desolation of the fields of Flanders. Then in 2015, we remembered our own story of rejection and despair as all the shipyards of the Clyde closed. We reflected on the rejection and despair of Jesus as he approached the cross.

 

 

 

In 2016, we imagined Christ dying at a local, very public place. Our theme was Crucifixion outside Scotts - the former shipyard. Our narrative contained a series of monologues reflecting local people's reactions to Jesus's death on the cross.

 

 

 

 

 

In 2017, our theme was Friday Voices. The service began in semi-darkness; the music of Barber, Adagio for Strings played as young men and a woman carried in a full sized cross and young girls of the after-school club carried in a long purple cloth. The ministers of the local churches each played a character present at the crucifixion. A string quartet played comtemplative music and Ms Mo Todd sang solos reflecting the mood of the hour.

 

And as always we finished our Good Friday hour with a Lament played on the bagpipes by piper Billy Moody.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The 2018 Good Friday afternoon took as its focus the prose-poem; The Long Silence. With participation from the URC, Salvation Army, Church of the Nazarene and Heartland Episcopal churches we reflected with Sasha Charters on solo Clarinet, Mo Todd with vocal solos on the sacrifice of Jesus and God’s love for us all. The huge wooden Cross carried into the church by 3 teenager boys and with a flowing purple cloth carried by girls from L-Club, entered in the half-darkness to the music of Hymn for the Fallen (Saving Private Ryan). An altar decorated with palms and a larger than life model of Calvary Hill made by the Children of L-Club became the focus of meditations of our anger with God for human suffering. In the end a lone piper played a lament and we realised that He who hung on the Cross, now bathed in gentle and soft light bore all our sorrows and pain. Then we had our own Long Silence.