Good Friday at Garfield Care Center
Good Friday was a great day. It was Noah's 12th birthday, we had an Easter dinner party for the folk at the Garfield Care center, and we had a wonderful Tenebrae service.
It is hard to believe that Noah is 12. I seems like yesterday that he was born weighing in at 9-7 and looked like he might eat the other children in the nursery. He got a guitar for his birthday so that the two of us can have father-son jam sessions.
We had our fourth party at the Garfield Care Center. Some of you know about this ministry that God opened up for Debbie
and our family a couple of years ago. Garfield is a care facility across the street from our kids school (PCS) where people with some form of disability can qualify to live. It is in many ways a dreary place - one step above homelessness - which is where most of the residents were before qualifying to live at the GCC. Pasadena Christian School has gotten involved with us in the last year and donated all the gifts for Christmas and Easter this year. The Otts are simply wonderful and brought dinner from Claim Jumper again. I was missing some of the folk that we got to know originally who have either transitioned to better places to live (like Ralph the Mailman) or have just sort of disappeared in the system (like James). We have come to know some of the regulars like Sandy, Billy (Lucky), Gary, and Candy pretty well, but for so many of these folk life is a day-to-day challenge to find a "place" to call home.
There was something very moving for me yesterday in going from Garfield to our Tenebrae service at church. The Tenebrae service was a powerful reminder that God, in Christ, has entered into our shadows and darkness. One of my favorite ideas from Jurgen Moltmann comes from his book The Crucified God. Moltmann says that the cry of Jesus on the cross, "Why has thou forsaken me?" lets us know that God, in Christ, has gone to all the places called "God forsaken." In fact, there is now no place called God forsaken because God has gone to and identified with the forsaken.
I can't help but think that more often than not when people (including myself) drive by the Garfield Care Center or see the people who live there wandering around the streets they look the other way so that they don't have to look at a place or at these people who seem in so many ways neglected and forsaken. But the reason Crucifixion Friday is called Good Friday is because there is now no place or no person called God forsaken, because he is the God who has gone all the way to the God forsaken places.




