Written by David Herman, Director of Adult Ministries at the Village Church.
“My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?” Once, when encountering this line, Martin Luther contemplated it in stillness for hours. Finally, astonished he remarked, “God forsaking God. Who can understand it?” I don’t understand it either, I admit. And yet the more I follow Jesus I live in that paradox. In life’s darkest moments, I repeatedly discover that in the precise place God cannot possibly be, there God is more than ever before. Isn’t that exactly Christ on the cross? “No. Not him. We thought he was going to redeem us. We thought he was going to restore us. No, God cannot possibly be there, crucified, forsaken.” Every time. When those I trusted betrayed me. When my prayers hit a steel ceiling. When my dad suddenly died. I thought life was going to be here. No, only death. Strangely enough, only in accepting death do we find new life. When we refuse to recognize the chapter of darkness as our current reality, we remain in misery. Yet without going through, “My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?” (Psalm 22:21) we never arrive to “From you comes my praise in the great congregation” (Psalm 22:25). As it turns out, it was my gods that needed to die so that I could see that my God is truly alive. Every time.
About three in the afternoon, Jesus cried out in a loud voice, “Eli, Eli, lema sabachthani? (which means “My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?) [Mark 15:34]
