“What was the meaning of the darkness at noon…? Was it not God’s clothing his world in the color of grief ?”
It’s the middle of another night that I can’t sleep . But this night feels different. Here in the earliest hours of Good Friday, I don’t want to miss a God-moment and I tell Him so as I slip out of bed and head to the den where my Bible waits. Folding myself into a corner of the couch surrounded by 3 of our 4 pups, I turn to the gospel of Mark and I read…
Read of Jesus’ betrayal… His heart overwhelmed with sorrow in the garden… how His best friends abandon him…how He was mocked, beaten and finally crucified…
Outside, a pounding rain starts beating steady on our rooftop. Thunder rumbles in the distance as I read the words: “My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?” My mother’s-heart aches deep. I can’t help wondering how God managed that…the forsaking of His son. It was for a greater good, I know this, but how excruciating it must have been. For Jesus, yes, of course. But also for His Father.
And I remember something John Piper said…
“What was the meaning of the darkness at noon …? Was it not God’s clothing his world in the color of grief ?”
Today I will remember the overwhelming sacrifice of Jesus and the day Father God clothed the world in the color of grief and I will allow myself to feel sorrow. To feel small and unworthy. And to give thanks.