I don’t know what it is like to be you, but when I think of “trust” in my life, I first want to make some clarifications: Because I am human and live in a real and broken world, I have trusted people and regretted it. Yet, I have also withheld trust from those who didn’t deserve my withholding.
The God we encounter in Scripture hears the cries of mothers wailing for their children but is not moved by the smug self-righteousness of those who claim there is a proper and orderly way to flee for one’s life.
The consolation of the sufferer is the fact that God does not abandon the human in her hour of most desperate need.
Christ knew that a time was coming when his identity would be revealed – when the curtain of the temple would be torn in two, when the stones would cry out, when an empty tomb would proclaim that truly, he was the son of God. But it was not yet.
Christ did not remain in the tomb, but rose and lives.
Part of living like a disciple of Christ is recognizing the foolish and scandalous nature of the cross, which stands in stark opposition to the pride and self-love that dominate our Orpah-ian responses in the ebb and flow of Christian life.
