I read this morning how Christ was stripped of everything- except love. Reflecting upon 21 years of caring for my wife, in a song, last night, I have some idea of the cost.
Twenty one years is a long time. We are much older now, we have been discussing recently how we would like to spend the next 21 years: by then we will be quite elderly.
I have some tiny idea of what it is to labour for a long time, yet be crucified by the system.
Stripped of everything except love; that is the power of the Cross, the source of all life.
If you want to speak of the Cross with authenticity then you have to have suffered great pain and injustice.
You have to have felt or been physically, emotionally, mentally broken and overwhelmed by the weight of your brokenness and the extreme agony intrinsically born within it.
If you want to know the truth of the Cross and many speak of it without such knowledge, you must enter profoundly into the heart of suffering and there, beyond your utterly damaged being, find love.
This is a profound surprise and strength :that in the centre of such destruction on every level, still you exist in a huge and vast sense beyond the physical boundary of your body.
You exist and more than this, God is present with you and loves you. His Mercy knows no bounds. His love is everywhere, huge, vast and unmistakably with you. His love heals, saves, is. And you cannot stay a victim in this knowledge. You cannot be powerless, for you are one with Him and this oneness breaks open all untruth, injustice, wrongness, sin and restores light and goodness and brings profound healing and hope. Amen