Psalm 22:1. My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?
This cry from the
cross is the most terrible verse in the Bible. God’s own Beloved, whose
intimacy with God was so foundational to his existence that he could say “I and
the Father are one,” here
expresses the inexplicable loss of the Presence in which he has lived and moved and had his being. And God’s reply to Jesus is even more chilling: SILENCE.
expresses the inexplicable loss of the Presence in which he has lived and moved and had his being. And God’s reply to Jesus is even more chilling: SILENCE.
Uncomfortable with
this image of a Christ seemingly abandoned to the void of a godless universe,
some have said that Jesus is merely quoting the first verse of Psalm 22, as
though his piety outweighs his pain even on the cross. But Jesus was not just
quoting Psalm 22; he had become Psalm 22. The Christ who was truly human had to
taste even the most painful extremities of the human condition in order to
redeem us fully. The one revealed to be God-with-us had to become, in that most
bitter hour, us-without-God.
Have we not been there
ourselves? Whether in a personal hour of trial when our own cries go
unanswered, or in modernity’s cultural house of mirrors where the interventions
of a loving God seems not only unnecessary but unthinkable, there are times
when the Presence feels beyond our reach.
But as Paul says,
Jesus became sin itself in order to save us from it (II Cor. 5:21). Sin is
wherever God is shut out and we are walled in. And in making even the hellish
absence of God as integral a part of his own experience as the intimacy of
divine communion, Jesus performed the ultimate paradox: even when God seems
most absent, God is yet present.
Good Friday means that
whatever happens to us happens to God. From now on there is no place where God
is not, for God has taken into Godself even the experience of separation and
forsakenness. The Presence now includes the absence.
And we who have turned
from God, or lost God, we who have cried out into the SILENCE, can yet live in
hope. The One who died abandoned and bereft now keeps us company on our own
crosses. As the Psalmist affirms with his possessive pronoun (“My God, my
God!”), the relationship remains firm and unbroken even when God seems most mute
and distant. We are not alone.
—The Rev. Jim Friedrich