Friday, May 18, 2012
There was a moment on the cross when Jesus asked 'why?'. Some call it 'the cry of dereliction' but I prefer to name it 'the cry of faith'. At first look it might seem strange that the Son of God would shout ''my God, my God, why have you forsaken me?' After all, did he not know his Old Testament theory? Had he not warned his followers that he must go to Jerusalem and be put to death? Yet in the sweltering heat of overwhelming pain and sorrow Jesus asked the 'why?' question. I am glad that he did for it comforts me today, and I hope it will encourage you too. You are not alone. You are in good company.
You see, the 'why' question acknowledges that there must be something deeper going on. I am not just a collection of nerve endings and cells - and neither are you. Asking the 'why?' question sets us apart from much of creation and enobles the human spirit. In the case of Jesus the words that he cried out were taken from a Psalm of honest lament - an outpouring of pain in all its stark horror. Like Jesus we may not get our answers here and now, or in any kind of easy crib-sheet theology, but we can draw strength from the Christ of the cross and go on for one more set of 24 hours. It may be Friday - but thank God Sunday's coming!