“My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?”
I have been feeling overwhelmed by the trauma, suffering, and injustice of our broken world. The steady feeling of despair and dread has been hovering over my heart and holding me back from hope. I feel the heaviness of everything. The nonsense of the political news cycle. Disappointment in Christians who misrepresent the faith. The pain of companioning friends going through their darkest moments. The violence young people face in our communities. But then I think of the cross. Jesus doesn’t promise a quick cure, he represents love, bears witness to truth, endures suffering, and stands in hope with those who are suffering. Jesus didn’t provide answers to the problem of suffering. He entered into the questions. Only by suffering in the questions, was he able to become the answer.