Eloi, Eloi, lema sabachthani?
Tonight he tried to kill my God. It was simple, it took less than two sentences to cause an all-out spiritual meltdown. In the past year I have tenatively rebuilt the sanctuary, handpicking each brick. I adorned the walls and kissed the threshold of the Holy of Holies. This - this was the God I could love but who would not love back. (Sweet relief.) This was the Jesus I could love, whose decomposed bones knew nothing of it. (What joy!) And I relished it; I would have nothing less. He put the windows in my church. He hadn’t seen the plans. I welcomed a hero. And quickly, without even blinking, without even recognizing it, he casually boarded up the windows. I’ll lie awake in bed tonight, terrified and frantic, wondering why I allowed one person to do this to my great joy. And he won’t even know what has happened.
I do not have to choose between Jesus being Savior or liar. I do not have to decide whether the Gospel is the Word or a hoax. There is a middle ground. I will fight for it. But not tonight.
I do not have to choose between Jesus being Savior or liar. I do not have to decide whether the Gospel is the Word or a hoax. There is a middle ground. I will fight for it. But not tonight.