I have two things to say this Good Friday and only two things.
First, Good Friday is this: The day the Nietzsche on my left shoulder shakes hands with the St. Paul on my right. "God is dead," they say in unison.
Second, if you haven't already, please read James Cone's The Cross and the Lynching Tree. Crucifixion is shameful. It is embarrassing. It is weak. But can it holy? Can it be powerful?