It is an ill wind that blows nobody any good, but then John Quinlan‥was about as close to being a nobody as anyone could get.
[1979 J. Scott Angels in your Beer xxviii.
I know that this is a sombre day for Christians who live their faith deeply. This is the beginning of a three day ritual of passage undergone by the
founder of the faith, Jesus Christ.
The truth of what he experienced so long ago could only be known by Him, the Holy Spirit and God. The Christians of his time were miserable on this
day. One of them committed suicide, according to the story.
Did Jesus really suffer on the cross? Surely he did. "Putting on a performance" is out of the question. It would be false and fraudulent. Jesus was
neither. On that day, the only thing superhuman about him was his faith in God and his adherence to the principles of his own teaching. Apparently,
that was all that was required, for two days later, he rose from the grave to stamp a devine imprimature on one of the world's greatest religions.
Meanwhile, across town, there must have been quiet congratulations on the part of temple elders and a careful Roman governor who went to bed that
night, confident that they had nipped an incipient threat in the bud. All the more appropriate on Passover.
Indeed, if they had succeeded and put finish to the Christians at that time, we would not have had to endure centuries of brutal Christian religious
persecutions, wars, and cultural genocides, not to mention the organized sexual predations on children around the world by people within the church
who couldn't deal with celebacy, and their protectors. And don't get me started on Christmas carols.
But, alas, they didn't know what they were dealing with at the time. How could they? Were they beaten by Divinity or by the most audacious
For one brief shining moment . . . Good Friday, the best of days or
for one unending day of agony and despair and loss . . . Good Friday, the
worst of days.
You be the judge.