We might wish for clarity, or certainty, or even a hint that the dark night might soon be over. Indeed, much “Christian” work has been done to ensure that the safety net of the resurrection always lies within earshot of anything smacking of death, or injustice, or oppression, or crucifixion.
But the true dereliction of Christ’s cry has not been muted.
Ignored, most certainly.
But our broken, jagged shards of dreams continue to utter this primal cry.
Will you join me in exploring it this season?
“My God, My God, Why have you forsaken me?”