Forsaken

 

“My God, My God, why have you forsaken me?”

When Christ was on that cross, God turned His face away, because He could not bear to see the burden of our sins that Jesus had taken upon Himself.

It is impossible for me to know what it would feel like to have my father turn away from me.  That is one of the reasons He came in the first place.  He saved me from having to learn what it was like. 

My own father was not perfect. I would have to say he forsook many things in life, including himself.  I suppose I could say he forsook me when he killed himself, but I don’t think that was his intent.  He just didn’t think he had the resources to seek the better life God was waiting to give him.

Later, as time separated me from that event, I learned more of what God intended for me.  I learned what life with Him is like.  I learned that I have a different Father.  In the relationship I have with Him, the word “forsaken” will never enter our vocabulary, because that is one of the things that Christ already resolved for me. 

I am an entirely different person because of Him.  I continue to grow and change the closer I get to Him.  It is not always an easy process.  I guess, if I’m honest about it, it is never an easy process.  I do it because He asks, because He paid the price to help me understand that I am valuable.

As I came to realize that I am indeed, not, forsaken, I finally understood that no one else is either.  When He accepted that burden for me, He did it for everyone else.  Not just for the people I like, but for everyone.

I don’t think there is anyone I would consider to be my enemy, but He told me to love my enemies anyway.  Because He does.

The definition of “enemy” seems to be a moving target these days, and usually seems to mean “anyone who disagrees with me that I have never met”.  Regardless of your definition, He loves them too, which is why He asks me to do the same.  We are all siblings in the end.  He wants us to learn to love Him together so that He doesn’t have to keep protecting us from each other.  He loves us all equally and completely so we can put aside the sibling rivalry.

There are things in this world that anger me.  They seek to shift my focus away from Him.  There are times when I cannot see Him, and I fear that He has indeed, forsaken me. 

Turned away. 

Abandoned me.

I am wrong.

He has always been there. 

Waiting with open arms and nail scarred hands.

It was I who looked away.

I tried to pull the nails out that held Him pinned against the sky, but they were part of me, and I had no power to do it. 

It was not until He walked into the crucible that burned away the dross of me, that He could Rise.

But Rise He did.

And He brought me with Him.

Happy Easter.

©Dan Bode 2025