{"id":511077,"date":"2011-04-22T00:00:00","date_gmt":"2011-04-22T00:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/episcopalchurch:8888\/sermon\/holy-dying-good-friday-2011\/"},"modified":"2026-06-24T13:54:50","modified_gmt":"2026-06-24T17:54:50","slug":"holy-dying-good-friday-2011","status":"publish","type":"sermon","link":"https:\/\/staging.episcopalchurch.org\/es\/sermons\/holy-dying-good-friday-2011\/","title":{"rendered":"Holy Dying, Good Friday – 2011"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

Holy dying. There is a truth about the phrase \u201choly dying,\u201d which seems to come from the title of Jeremy Taylor\u2019s work, The Exercises of Holy Living and Holy Dying<\/em>, written in the 1600s. The truth is this: dying is often holy \u2013 from time to time, when dying becomes beautiful, when it is astonishingly a part of life, when the person dying is unsure, but also unafraid, when the family does not hide from death.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

When dying is holy, it is a bright light, the color spectrum fully present.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sue Pilert\u2019s death was holy. Sue had five daughters, and innumerable grandchildren. All were musical, playing various instruments well, even the youngest.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

As Sue closed in on her last breath, Steve, her husband, and this wonderful and large family turned her living room into the bedroom. They placed the hospital bed in the middle of the ruby Karastan Oriental rug, and they kept vigil. As is the way with death, the space between each breath grew, Sue\u2019s strength ebbing with each exhale, time becoming irrelevant.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sue was a person of faith. She trusted, but not completely. Her trust was at times like that of Mother Theresa: unsure, unsteady, but she exercised her faith nonetheless \u2013 by prayer, and God for his part had poked and prodded and challenged her over the years. God hadn\u2019t made it easy for Sue.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

So although Sue trusted, she did not always believe \u2013 not the way we tend to think of belief, anyway. She died with questions unanswered, but in the person and beauty of God she still trusted. When all was said and done, she trusted.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

As she was dying, Sue\u2019s family kept vigil, like many churches do overnight between Maundy Thursday and Good Friday \u2013 the vigil of the dying. Some would read to her, some would pray with her, some would hold her hand.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Steve, who didn\u2019t know what he would do without her, kissed her gently. Steve, who didn\u2019t understand her, didn\u2019t get her faith, who was sometimes angry with Sue \u2013 Steve, who would be completely lost without her, kissed her gently.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And to a person, this family offered Sue music. Several of the children together played classical pieces, sang, or even played hymns. The piano, the flute, the guitar. They played music to ease Sue along.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

All of this gift made for beautiful dying \u2013 but her dying was made holy by embrace.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Life embraced Sue as she died. The energy of life, and the Holy was invited into the moment. The respect for life was established firmly in the process of dying.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

In her autobiography Dust Tracks on a Road<\/em>, the writer Zora Neale Hurston describes the death of a woman: \u201cJust then, Death finished his prowling through the house on his padded feet and entered the room. He bowed to Mama in his way, and she made her manners and left us to act out our ceremonies over unimportant things.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Death personified, death as a person, inviting, pulling, taking.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And so Sue died. After Sue died, her five daughters bathed her body themselves. They dressed her \u2013 they didn\u2019t want strangers to do this. They put on the simple dress that most reflected her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Death is intimate. It is the most intimate act, the most intimate time. It is intimate for the person dying, and for the family. Completely vulnerable, and embarrassingly honest. There is no falsehood in death. No props \u2013 not one\u2019s fame nor success, one\u2019s wealth nor superior intellect, none of this \u2013 strengthen one in death. None, that is, save faith. Perhaps faith is the only element that divides rich from poor in death \u2013 rich in spirit from poor in spirit. Besides faith, there is nothing to ease the transition from this life to the next.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And so it is: death renders its victim completely honest, absolutely vulnerable, and without protection.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A priest\u2019s job is to perform ritual: baptisms, marriages, and funerals. Each of these three rituals is attended at some level by untruth, even lying. Priests marry people who intentionally hide drinking issues or cheating. They baptize babies whose parents promise to raise their children in faith \u2013 knowing they won\u2019t. Priests conduct funerals in which the heroics of the deceased exceed truth.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But at the moment of death, at the sacrament of death, there is raw humanity. A person is rendered completely helpless, like a baby at birth, dependent on forces outside of herself. God, the process of dying, the universe \u2013 often for the first time in decades, the person and family are dependent upon forces outside of the self. That is what makes death oddly beautiful.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Dean Karnazas is an endurance runner. A few years ago, the guy ran 300 miles \u2013 straight. No sleep between. He also decided to run 50 marathons in 50 states on 50 consecutive days. When asked about it all, Karnazas said this: \u201cA great run definitely involves suffering. I think any adventure athlete will tell you that there\u2019s honesty in suffering. \u2026 There\u2019s magic in misery. I talk to God out there.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Closer to death by running to death, one experiences the failure of the body, after all, and the nearness of it all to God. Instead of relying on his strength at this point, the athlete becomes vulnerable, and honest \u2013 honest, or at least as much as one can be.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Consider the scene of Jesus\u2019 arrest, and his early morning trial before Annas and Caiphas, the high priest, and the former high priest. Peter had warmed himself and then run off in despair. Jesus is now before Pilate, and the scene seems ethereal and monochromatic.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Black and white, observed through some blue lens \u2013 surreal, and perhaps that is the curse of unholy death \u2013 there is no truth in the moment, no honesty. Death is present with hooded robe and sickle, and completely devoid of hope or life.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

There is chaos in this scene. No one seems in charge, people are lying, and the scene is tainted with evil \u2013 evil men yielding to evil impulses. And the scene is monochromatic.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

In this story, of Jesus before Pilate, Pilate utters what at first appears to be an innocuous, throw-away line: \u201cTruth, what is truth?\u201d For indeed, there is no truth here, in this scene, at this moment.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But later, by the time Jesus carries us as the cross to Golgotha, the scene becomes honest \u2013 raw honesty supplants monochromatic chaos \u2013 for Jesus is dying, and his death is holy.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

At first, evil as death appears to be winning, its trump card played. There is instantly order; chaos does not reign, for Jesus\u2019 life has not been taken from him, he has given it voluntarily. Jesus has given himself away, spent himself by choice.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Jesus as Christ, and God on the Cross, and in that moment of death there is complete vulnerability by God \u2013 naked, bloody, exhausted, complete truth.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Complete truth \u2013 for here at the intimate cross is a man in whom there is no falsehood, and God exists completely. And even in this scene, one intuits somehow that life itself emanates from death, and is the reason for the cross. Life you can access.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Which is the irony: God becomes completely vulnerable to evil and death. Truth has been placed on trial, convicted, and sentenced; but truth cannot be killed, can never be killed, and life radiates from the scene and moment of death. Not just because you know Easter is two days away, but because a new reality emerges from the horrific and violent scene. That new reality is this: death is a portal, not an end. The cross is a doorway, and not a wall. Not something of which to be afraid, but an object of embrace.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Life and love and grace and goodness have triumphed behind the cross, and in all locations of the cross \u2013 at Auschwitz, Sudan, San Quentin; but not just in the obvious locations, in the little places, too \u2013 your places, the location of despair and agony in the soul itself. Through these windows and doorways you find life.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Acknowledging this, death becomes holy.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

There can be holiness in dying; not for the beauty of the death itself \u2013 it is never for the beauty of death, for death itself is not beautiful, nor to be glorified \u2013 but for the emergent life, the bud, the seedling rising.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And so it is \u2013 the cross of Christ becomes your cross. And God in this Christ has not abandoned you \u2013 or anyone \u2013 to the cross.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

We have been crucified with Christ, and it is no longer we who live, but Christ lives in us.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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