I wonder, Jesus,
that you did not save yourself;
not so much from the cross,
from pain or from death
— although the terror and agony
of those certainly call out
for liberation —
but I wonder
that you did not
save yourself
from us:
from our mob mentality,
from our voyeuristic thrill of abusing flesh,
from our violent fear
and our rebellion.
Forty years in the wilderness didn’t teach us.
Prophets and war couldn’t deter us.
The miracles of the Son of Man
couldn’t sway us
from making
gold idols of our egos
or clawing at the earth for ownership.
I wonder that you didn’t see
that we cannot be saved,
and save yourself
(save God)
instead.
“If He is the Messiah of God…”
I am like them at times
the leaders
scoffing at Jesus
I have been privy to His miraculous works
felt the touch of His gentle healing
known of gifts of new life He has given
Yet often it seems
He takes a back seat
watches from a distance
acts so very
“unMessiah-like”
while
I
and others
wait for suffering’s reprieve
We are caught
in the present
overcome by life’s onslought
desperate that the Father
“remove this cup”
and faint of heart when it comes to
“not what I will, but what You will.”
And so
when I cry
“I believe…help my unbelief!!!”
it comes from the deepest place in me–
surrender in human frailty
Accept my offering of weakness
it pales
in the face of Yours
I appreciate this prayer!
Rachel…your prayer is so revealing…of each of one us. Praise the triune God of measureless grace for…us
Where is salvation?
Stretched out, open wounds, no end ..
A long time coming.