A wife finds her husband missing and she may run from police
station, to Church, to deliverance meeting but no one can assuage her loss. No
amount of years will ever quench the questions that rage in her mind. She put
her life in him. She shaped him. To lose him was to lose the home that was
created. Only she understands the emptiness of the creator losing his creation.
A husband, who builds his wife, invests in her. He instils a
unity of values. He envelops her with a language until she becomes him in tastes,
in choice of diction, in knowledge and even in mannerisms. To lose her is to
lose what he created. And the creator suffers not merely because of abandonment
but because the creation has been mercilessly defiled. Hosea knew what a costly
message he was called to communicate (Hosea 3: 1). Samson knew what a loss of
allegiance means (Judges 13: 18) and he suffered even when she was judged
(Judges 15: 1-6).
Then imagine the God who created us, against whom we have
rebelled. He has redeemed us but we have wantonly rebelled and by repeated
choice we have crucified him a second time. All right, not a second time but
probably a millionth time. Look at him hanging on the cross. Look at the nails
we pushed firmly into place. Look at the face we battered and matted with
blood. Look at how we lacerated his back and left it hanging in shreds – all
for the precious things we were unwilling to forgo. The extremity of such a
desolation and intense grief is that there are no more tears left to run and
there no more prayers left, even to utter "my God, my God why have you
forsaken me" (Ps 22:1, Mt 27:46). The only silent whisper that remains in
the end is, "It is finished" (Jn 19: 30).
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