n Deacon Greg told a wonderful childhood tale about winning a kite-flying contest . He had his string – two rolls of it – on a wheel. The breeze took his kite higher and higher, far above the other kites but then the string flew off because he had forgotten to tie it to the spool! The wind carried it for a short time, but without being moored to the ground, it soon crashed. And this, our good Deacon said, is like faith.
To stand in emptiness is a scary thing. Peter stood in the presence of divine emptiness and he was scared. We avoid emptiness with all our might. We fill it with things and things to-do. Perhaps this Good Friday we could find an empty spot and try to sit in the presence of God
Jesus had entered Jerusalem some days earlier as the Messiah, riding humbly on the colt of a donkey, as the prophets instructed, not as the Davidic king as people had hoped. He spends days preaching in the Temple yard about the hypocrisy and lack of humility of the Jewish religious leaders, and yet here are his disciples arguing about who is the greatest!