Saying #6: Anger

Saying Six: Anger

Jesus shouted, "Father, I put myself in your hands!" Then he died.
Luke 23:46

He's not beaten, even when he's defeated.

Abandoned, desperate, parched, dying... but still, with his final breath, angry at the gulf between the way things are and the way things might be. Shouting at the invisible.

Forget gentle Jesus, if you ever remembered him. What can you do but shout when you see the distance between the way things are and the way things might be - and find yourself being strung from one side to the other?

Howling your prayers. Yelling your psalms. Life screaming at death, hope screaming at cynicism. If you can't shout at God, who can you shout at?

And if you think that your decibels can climb across the unknown, can be heard by Love and that Love will answer, then you jump. And fall into darkness. Trusting only the hands of the unseen, the hands of mercy, the hands that always made everything from nothing. Always do, always will.

What other hands dare you fall into?

Perhaps we are not abandoned. Perhaps we are not beaten, even when we are defeated.

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