“I could never myself believe in God, if it were not for the cross. The only God I believe in is the one Nietzsche ridiculed as ‘God on the Cross.’ In the real world of pain, how could one worship a God who was immune to it? I have entered many Buddhist temples and stood respectfully before the statue of Buddha, his legs crossed, arms folded, eyes closed, the ghost of a smile playing round his mouth, a remote look on his face, detached from the agonies of the world. But each time after a while I have had to turn away. And in imagination I have turned instead to that lonely, twisted, tortured figure on the cross, nails through hands and feet, back lacerated, limbs wrenched, brow bleeding from thorn-pricks, mouth dry and intolerably thirsty, plunged in God-forsaken darkness. That is the God for me! He laid aside his immunity to pain. He entered our world of flesh and blood, tears and death. He suffered for us” (John Stott, Bread and Wine).
I’m thankful for the God who sees and knows and cares. I’m thankful that we have a High Priest who is able to sympathize with our pain and weakness and suffering, having been tempted in every way that we are yet did not sin.
I’m thankful that Jesus doesn’t just feel bad for us, leaving two people feeling bad, but is actually able to do something about it. He actually did something about it.
Jesus is making all things new. For every Ahmaud Arbery and Geroge Floyd, Jesus is making all things new.
One day, hate will be a verb used only in the past tense.
One day, people from every color, race, ethnicity, tribe, language, and nation will gather around the throne of God to worship Jesus, bound together as family by His blood shed for all of them.
I’m saddened that injustice runs rampant in this world and that people of color who should have been going home to their families won’t ever be coming home because of injustice, but I have a hope.
It’s not a vague wishful thinking kind of hope but a certain and stedfast hope based on the promises of the God of all hope. One day all that is wrong will be made right.
Forgive me for my own prejudices in any form. Forgive me when I was silent and should have spoken out. Forgive me when I chose to look the other way and pretend it didn’t happen or didn’t exist.
I thank You that You forgave Your murderers while they were in the very act of murdering You, showing that the greatest power on earth is that of grace and mercy through forgiveness.
Help Your children to seek righteousness and justice every day for all those created in Your image. May your Kingdom come, may Your will be done on earth as it is in heaven, for Yours is the Kingdom and the power and the glory forever. Amen.