Thoughts for History’s Victims

It is human to fail, but divine to rise up like a Phoenix from the flames of life’s cruelty where God’s absence is felt like the weight of an eternity alone. It is human to suffer loss, calamity, brokenness, sorrow, and feel an unspeakable darkness where life feels like it is dissolving into nothingness. It is human to die, even to suffer as a victim.

To feel, to experience hate while longing for love, to desire faith but the thread clinging to God feels so thin as to be unable to hold the load, to dream with hope against reasonableness, and call on God one more time for the soul is of more value than the blindness of a world lost to war, hate, violence, and cruelty. To love your enemy – a command only a redeeming deity of love could issue – to love your enemy denies the permanence of the present and reaches for eternity; it is the birthing of a spark, a flame that can change the world even if I cease.

So, Jesus in the throes of torture faced mortality with all the entanglements of being human, forgiving all, feeling abandoned by God and humanity, let go to gain eternity for us all.