We didn’t understand some two thousand years ago when Christ died. Jesus had failed, mankind was doomed, and death showed itself the ultimate victor. God had been with us, and we had murdered him, viciously, judicially, democratically. His blood is upon us and our children. Nobody knew nor understood; there was only despair: The king was dead; God was dead.
Of slightly less tragic nature, but perhaps something to remember this Good Friday, my generation is the one which let Notre Dame burn. Christianity survived its death. Just when the small cult of Jesus should have been squashed, a strange rumor began to spread. Maybe this tragedy too will lead to God’s glory.
We are not without hope.
Easter is coming.