I was on a run the other day and I discovered this art exhibit in the park I run through. Providencia, the comuna where I live, commissioned seven artists to paint seven crosses depicting the seven last “words” (they are really phrases) of Jesus as he is dying on the cross. I grew up Protestant, and I feel that Protestantism focuses more on Jesus’ resurrection on Easter Sunday than his death on Good Friday. In fact, a lot of Protestants don’t go to church on Good Friday; I think I went once or twice during my whole childhood. That is why, although I knew Jesus said things while he was on the cross (I’ve seen Godspell and Jesus Christ Superstar), I never knew what or that he said seven things.
But anyway, I thought these crosses were beautiful works of art. It’s interesting to see how differently each artist depicted their phrase.
1. Father, forgive them, for they know not what they do.
2. Truly, I say to you, today you will be with me in Paradise
3. Woman, behold, your son!
4. My God, My God, why have you forsaken me?
5. I thirst.
6. It is finished.
7. Father, into your hands I commit my spirit!
But today is Easter, a time to celebrate new life, not a time to dwell on death. Even though it’s fall here in the southern hemisphere and not spring, I’m going to pretend, just for today, that flowers are beginning to bloom, chicks are hatching, the grass is becoming greener and baby animals are being born.