Forsaken?

My God, my God, why have you forsaken me? Why are you so far from helping me, from the words of my groaning?

O my God, I cry by day, but you do not answer; and by night, but find no rest.

Psalm 22

The beauty of Holy Week is the invitation to walk with Christ in a profoundly human experience.  Who has not felt forsaken by God ?

Who has not felt the anguish of pleading for help and hearing no echoing assurance ?

We are fragile, and yet that fragility is also our beauty.  We are weak, and our weakness brings us again and again to Christ.

We cry out, and Christ cries with us.  We feel abandoned by the God we believed would never leave us, and Christ is closer to us in that abandonment than at any other time on our journey.

The Cross is a place suspended out of time.  As our God hangs upon the Cross, blessings and comforts and salvation move out like multicolored ribbons to encircle the whole world.  For those who know Him and for those who have not yet known Him, Jesus offers His whole life.

Let us receive what He, who died for us, is offering.  A new life, a vulnerable life, a REAL life.

Blessings,

Debra