Dead. The thirteenth of fifteen words on Jesus way to the cross.

Our thirteenth Lent Reflection focuses in on the death of Jesus, in Luke 23:44-46, and what it means.

It was now about noon, and darkness came over the whole land until three in the afternoon, for the sun stopped shining. And the curtain of the temple was torn in two. Jesus called out with a loud voice, ‘Father, into your hands I commit my spirit.’ When he had said this, he breathed his last.

It is a near-truism that the only certainties are death and taxes.

Unless you live off the grid, homeless, unloved, in which case the state probably wouldn’t even mark your passing. You might not get a funeral. If you haven’t paid taxes in years – why would the system care?

There will be members of the homeless community who die today, too. According to the most recent statistics, in the UK slightly more than one person from the homeless community dies every day. They will not be noticed. They may not be mourned. They will not be remembered. Death will look very final.

Lent is the season when the church remembers the day death died – and the death of Christ. Millions, if not billions, of Christians the world over will be celebrating Good Friday today. And this is a glorious thing.

And a more glorious thing would be, surely, if the church responded to what Christ has done for us by moving out in love for the sake of the least of those who live around us.


Pray – for those working with people on the fringes of society, the marginalised and particularly the homeless. Pray that these workers, church and other, would have eyes to see them.

Going Deeper – last year almost 600 homeless people died on the streets in the UK. Cold, alone and forgotten – this blog from a friend of LCM shares her reflections on one way to engage with this.


Thomas Creedy

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