As we think about the silence of Saturday–the dark day when all wondered where God was. Had he abandoned them? Had he died? I’m thinking about the young woman on that bus in India who was violently gang raped and left for dead. I’m thinking about the children at Newtown. 

Last Thursday, President Obama said, “Shame on us, if we’ve forgotten.” 

This is one of the few times I’ll accept shame. Shame on us if we’ve forgotten those grieving in Connecticut and all over the world. Shame on us if we’ve forgotten those living in darkness and pain. 

This morning, I’ve been reflecting on my own pride. How even in times of joy and opportunity, I worry, I stress. I do not relax under the peace of God’s authority. I forget those around me who are in desperate need, emotionally and physically. 

Today, we grieve and we question. Tomorrow, we celebrate out of that grief. We have hope as people who have experienced hopelessness. 

We are not people who have hope as a platitude, as a plaque on the wall, as a saying stitched on a pillow. We do not have a glass-is-half-full-see-the-silver-lining-hope.

We have a deep hope and true abiding joy because we have lived in the darkness. But now, at the resurrection, we see a great light. 

Because of Jesus, the ultimate beauty-from-ashes; the ultimate sun bursting through the clouds, may all of those who are living in darkness experience His light. May we be people who bring that light to the world. 

Hallelujah! What a Savior!

“He had no beauty or majesty to attract us to him, nothing in his appearance that we should desire him. He was despised and rejected by men, a man of sorrows, and familiar with suffering. Like one from whom all men hide their faces he was despised and we esteemed him not. Surely he took up our infirmities and carried our sorrows, yet we considered him stricken by God, smitten by him, and afflicted. But he was pierced for our transgressions, he was crushed for our iniquities; the punishment that brought us peace was upon him, and by his wounds we are healed…because he poured out his life unto death, and was numbered with the transgressors. For he bore the sin of many, and made intercession for the transgressors….Do not be afraid; you will not suffer shame. Do not fear disgrace ; you will not be humiliated. You will forget the shame of your youth and remember no more the reproach of your widowhood. For your Maker is your husband–the Lord Almighty is His name. ” –from Isaiah 53 and 54


From the hymn, Man of Sorrows! What a name

Man of sorrows! what a name 
For the Son of God, who came 
Ruined sinners to reclaim! 
Hallelujah! What a Savior!

Bearing shame and scoffing rude,
In my place condemned He stood, 
Sealed my pardon with His blood. 
Hallelujah! What a Savior!
Guilty, vile, and helpless, we; 
Spotless Lamb of God was He: 

Full atonement – can it be? 
Hallelujah! What a Saviour!
Lifted up was He to die, 
“It is finished” was His cry; 
Now in heaven, exalted high: 
Hallelujah! What a Savior!

When He comes, as Lord and King, 
All His ransomed home to bring, 
Then anew this song we’ll sing – 
Hallelujah! What a Savior!

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