Then they led him away to crucify him.
There was nothing bright or beautiful
about the day the sun hid and the earth shook hard —
that terrifyingly dark day you gave your life.
There was nothing sanitized
about the weight of wood you carried
or the dust you fell into under its crush.
There was nothing theologically comprehensible
about the horrors of this criminal’s execution
or the ending of your life of radical love.
There were no words of comfort or hope
that could be spoken or even conceived
when they carried your body away.
There was every reason to believe
we had all been abandoned
by our Creator on that day—
that day when God was at work,
reconciling the whole world,
drawing us all into Love’s embrace.
Help me, I pray,
to enter the darkness,
kneel in the dust,
let go of explanations,
embrace the loss of words and comprehension,
trust by grace that in it all we are lovingly held—
and be with you in your suffering then
and with you in your suffering with us now.
This post is from Juanita’s book: Grace Rises