Today we mourn.
God is dead.
To be a follower of Christ, walking his way together with the apostles, what could have filled my thoughts? The Son of Man executed and now dead, the King, the Messiah, killed as an impostor by ones own brothers. It might very well have seemed to be the end of the world. How could i continue to live knowing Love had died?
There would still be the poor, the sick, the hungry, the homeless, all these people still suffered. Everything Christ had told us would still be relevant and appropriate to my life now. In confusion, there would still be prayer and doing God's good works. I might too, ask myself, why was Jesus so eager to let himself be judged and executed, for he could have escaped, could have sought shelter in another land? Yet i know the answer already for he told me not to put a light under my bed or behind closed doors, rather to put it in the window for all to see. Could i have prevented this crime, i might ask myself bitterly if i thought i actually had the power and courage to have done something?
In psychology there are stages of grief: shock, denial, anger, depression and acceptance. Today we mourn God's death, the death of a promise.
At least, a death in our minds, because as we all know now, the story continues.
Deo gratias.
God is dead.
To be a follower of Christ, walking his way together with the apostles, what could have filled my thoughts? The Son of Man executed and now dead, the King, the Messiah, killed as an impostor by ones own brothers. It might very well have seemed to be the end of the world. How could i continue to live knowing Love had died?
There would still be the poor, the sick, the hungry, the homeless, all these people still suffered. Everything Christ had told us would still be relevant and appropriate to my life now. In confusion, there would still be prayer and doing God's good works. I might too, ask myself, why was Jesus so eager to let himself be judged and executed, for he could have escaped, could have sought shelter in another land? Yet i know the answer already for he told me not to put a light under my bed or behind closed doors, rather to put it in the window for all to see. Could i have prevented this crime, i might ask myself bitterly if i thought i actually had the power and courage to have done something?
In psychology there are stages of grief: shock, denial, anger, depression and acceptance. Today we mourn God's death, the death of a promise.
At least, a death in our minds, because as we all know now, the story continues.
Deo gratias.
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