Come on up to the house

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And Jesus cried out again with a loud voice, and yielded up His spirit. And behold, the veil of the temple was torn in two from top to bottom; and the earth shook and the rocks were split… – Matthew’s account of the death of Jesus.

 

Well the moon is broken and the sky is cracked
Come on up to the house
The only things that you can see
Is all that you lack
Come on up to the house

The world is not my home
I’m just a passin thru
Come on up to the house

Crucifixion, Jan van Eyck left panel of a diptych

Crucifixion, Jan van Eyck left panel of a diptych

 Every year when we prepare for this event, I try to imagine what it was like to be standing at the cross and to watch Jesus die. How must his mother have felt? His closest friends? How could they bear it?

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Does life seem nasty, brutish and short
Come on up to the house
The seas are stormy
And you can’t find no port
Come on up to the house
There’s nothin in the world
that you can do
you gotta come on up to the house
and you been whipped by the forces
that are inside you
come on up to the house

Yes, this is what they might have felt: that life is nasty, brutish, short, stormy, whipped, nothing to be done… Where did the disciples go after witnessing that? Did they hang out somewhere together? What could they possibly have said to each other for comfort?

 This fantastic Tom Waits tune might be one of the saddest sounding songs we’ve ever sung. Tom’s voice sounds like he’s gargled with gravel and the whole song just has this soul-weary, exhausted feel to it – and yet there’s this faint sense of hope that this world isn’t all there is, we’re just passing through, hang in there, come on up to the house.

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