My God, My God why have you abandoned us?
The churches are empty, The offices, the schools, the streets are laid bare.
and demons are everywhere.
The diseases hide in plain sight, and surround us.
And we are stuck, alone, in our own personal pit left with only with our anxieties and depressions.
The powers that be are useless, stuck running around in circles, contradictions abound.
We are stuck in the mire. Things suck, and for those who have to watch their beloved ones die alone this is the shitstorm that never ends.
And God, you know I do not say shitstorm lightly.
We are stuck in the pit. Are very bodies are disturbed. I feel like not eating, then eating everything. I cannot sleep, but neither can I stay awake.
My God, My God. Why would you send your only son on earth to suffer with us.
To see those who are falling through the cracks: the maligned: Zacchaeus, the ignored: the woman by the well, the ones with long term diseases: the lepers and those living with disabilities: the lame and the blind.
Then to see friends die of disease. First Jairus’ daughter, then his beloved friend Lazarus.
Thank God it’s Friday, Good Friday. A day to cry out, a day to admit that not everything is alright. The kids are not alright, neither are their parents or grandparents. The doctors and nurses are not alright, nor the grocery and retail and mail workers. The teachers are not alright, nor the aunties or the uncles. Those who live with abusers, those who are not yet out to their family aren’t alright, those who are lonely and have no one to call are not alright. The thousands and thousands of people on unemployment are not alright.
Lord, why have you abandoned us? We are not alright. If it’s possible, please let this cup pass.
But your will be done.
We are not alright, and Jesus is not alright with us.
We are vulnerable, he made himself vulnerable. We are cold, sick, naked, alone, uncertain and unsafe.
We are face to face with the cross and we do not like it.
Lord hear our prayer! Be with those who are not alright, be with us for we are not alright. Help us. Hosanna in the highest.
Amen.
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