What is the cross if not God’s way of saying, “I know how you feel and I am with you in this?” He is not a God who avoids our pain, goes around it or abandons us in our time of need. To the contrary, he puts himself right in the middle of our turmoil, stationing himself in the very spot where the jeers are the most hurtful, the arrows fly the fiercest, the screaming reaches deafening decibels and the prayers resemble a brawl more than a conversation of the holy. And, oh by the way, God isn’t a mere observer of these things. He’s experiencing them too. He enters into our suffering.  And for that I am so very grateful.

Advertisements