O
God, where are you?
We,
your people, are trying to meet the demands of
The Covenant,
Our Covenant,
Your Covenant,
Yes,
Your Covenant.
Only You,
Most
Holy You,
Seems
absent and are nowhere to be found. (stop)
We
need your voice,
No more than that, we need Your
presence.
The
World, Our World, Your World
Is on the brink of destruction,
and
you are silent.
Accusations,
Whispers,
Criticism abound;
Might
we at least hear a word from You!
Is your silence disapproval or do you
even care?
You
refuse to answer our calls.
Have we been placed on eternal hold? (stop)
My
God, Why have you forsaken us?
Can you even begin to imagine how we
must feel?
We
are suspended between heaven and hell.
Our
adversaries gloat,
Our enemies celebrate,
Our friends are nowhere to be
found.
Can
you even begin to imagine how we feel?
Break from your heavenly sanctuary;
Join
us in this real world.
Experience
what it feels like to be
Mocked,
Ridiculed,
Or even worse,
Ignored.
Everyone
speaks,
But You.
Must
we eternally endure your Holy Hush?
(stop)
There is a song many of us in earlier
lives learned which poignantly describes the very essence of Good Friday as a
shared event. The words go like this.
Must Jesus bear the cross alone,
and all the world go free.
No there’s a cross for everyone,
And there’s a cross for me.
(stop)
I dare say most of us have had a moment
of weakness or courage, depending on your particular brand of theology, when we
have discovered an emptiness in our soul, a void, which might best be described
as the absence of God.
Were
you angry?
Were you surprised?
Were you frightened?
Were you all of the
above?
On
Good Friday, we are given permission to question if God deserted Jesus. If the
answer is yes than perhaps it is appropriate to ask at sometime will God also desert
us?
On
Good Friday, we are allowed to pontificate on the silence of God. It is only
logical that this might lead to a discussion concerning the absence of God.
But
tonight we can hardly expect a Godly response.
Good Friday can chill our soul,
Good Friday can darken our light,
But Good Friday cannot break Godly
silence.
Can anyone be expected to speak when remembering
the death of their son?
That conversation will have to can wait
a day,
or
perhaps three.
Amen.
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