Music For Holy Week, Thursday

Taking along Peter and the two sons of Zebedee, he plunged into an agonizing sorrow. Then he said, “This sorrow is crushing my life out. Stay here and keep vigil with me.” Matthew 26:38

Thursday is the day of the Last Supper; of betrayal; of arrest; of blood; sweat and tears in a garden at night. The night before everything changes is a night of gradual abandonment, of looming mortality, of sleeplessness, of fear. It’s not a time for the faint-hearted. It’s tempting to skip over the next few days to Sunday’s trumpet blast of hope. But to do so is to fail to do justice the reality of the cost, the presence of death in life; to do so robs Sunday of true joy because you won’t really have gone to the depths.

Johnny Cash was the Man In Black; mourning colours whenever he performed singing country songs telling stories of murder and love, life and hope, death and loss. A Christian who wore his sin on his sleeve, his career underwent a strange kind of renaissance in his last years. This song is not his own, as was the case of much of his recorded work. He made it his own, however; written by Nine Inch Nails’ Trent Reznor, an altogether different (if very gifted) musician, in Cash’s hands this becomes an epitaph, a confession and acceptance of mortality. One of the very last works he recorded, it stands as one of those rare pieces of music which demands silence in its wake, the better to echo and reverberate. It’s the song of a man who’s lived, who knows he’s to die. The video only develops and enhances this, to startling effect.


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