{"id":678,"date":"2004-04-09T12:04:40","date_gmt":"2004-04-09T17:04:40","guid":{"rendered":"\/?p=678"},"modified":"2004-04-09T12:04:40","modified_gmt":"2004-04-09T17:04:40","slug":"good-friday","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/grace-filled.net\/?p=678","title":{"rendered":"Good Friday"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Let man&#8217;s soul be a sphere, and then, in this,<br \/>\nTh&#8217; intelligence that moves, devotion is ;<br \/>\nAnd as the other spheres, by being grown<br \/>\nSubject to foreign motion, lose their own,<br \/>\nAnd being by others hurried every day,<br \/>\nScarce in a year their natural form obey ;<br \/>\nPleasure or business, so, our souls admit<br \/>\nFor their first mover, and are whirl&#8217;d by it.<br \/>\nHence is&#8217;t, that I am carried towards the west,<br \/>\nThis day, when my soul&#8217;s form bends to the East.<br \/>\nThere I should see a Sun by rising set,<br \/>\nAnd by that setting endless day beget.<br \/>\nBut that Christ on His cross did rise and fall,<br \/>\nSin had eternally benighted all.<br \/>\nYet dare I almost be glad, I do not see<br \/>\nThat spectacle of too much weight for me.<br \/>\nWho sees Gods face, that is self-life, must die ;<br \/>\nWhat a death were it then to see God die ?<br \/>\nIt made His own lieutenant, Nature, shrink,<br \/>\nIt made His footstool crack, and the sun wink.<br \/>\nCould I behold those hands, which span the poles<br \/>\nAnd tune all spheres at once, pierced with those holes ?<br \/>\nCould I behold that endless height, which is<br \/>\nZenith to us and our antipodes,<br \/>\nHumbled below us ? or that blood, which is<br \/>\nThe seat of all our soul&#8217;s, if not of His,<br \/>\nMade dirt of dust, or that flesh which was worn<br \/>\nBy God for His apparel, ragg&#8217;d and torn ?<br \/>\nIf on these things I durst not look, durst I<br \/>\nOn His distressed Mother cast mine eye,<br \/>\nWho was God&#8217;s partner here, and furnish&#8217;d thus<br \/>\nHalf of that sacrifice which ransom&#8217;d us ?<br \/>\nThough these things as I ride be from mine eye,<br \/>\nThey&#8217;re present yet unto my memory,<br \/>\nFor that looks towards them ; and Thou look&#8217;st towards me,<br \/>\nO Saviour, as Thou hang&#8217;st upon the tree.<br \/>\nI turn my back to thee but to receive<br \/>\nCorrections till Thy mercies bid Thee leave.<br \/>\nO think me worth Thine anger, punish me,<br \/>\nBurn off my rust, and my deformity ;<br \/>\nRestore Thine image, so much, by Thy grace_,<br \/>\nThat Thou mayst know me, and I&#8217;ll turn my face.<br \/>\n&#8212;<a href=\"http:\/\/www.luminarium.org\/sevenlit\/donne\/goodfriday.htm\">GOOD-FRIDAY, 1613, RIDING WESTWARD <\/a> by John Donne<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Let man&#8217;s soul be a sphere, and then, in this, Th&#8217; intelligence that moves, devotion is ; And as the other spheres, by being grown Subject to foreign motion, lose their own, And being by others hurried every day, Scarce &hellip; <a href=\"http:\/\/grace-filled.net\/?p=678\">Continue reading <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-678","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-daily-life"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p38xoO-aW","jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/grace-filled.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/678","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/grace-filled.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/grace-filled.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/grace-filled.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/grace-filled.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=678"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/grace-filled.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/678\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/grace-filled.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=678"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/grace-filled.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=678"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/grace-filled.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=678"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}