It is finished. The God of Love has died, and we die in our hearts, as well. We die of shame; we die of guilt; we die of fear; we die of grief. We die, knowing that there is nothing we can do to save ourselves, and though we know how the story ends, we join the disciples in the feelings of hopelessness and helplessness. Especially today, we feel hopeless and helpless to change what the world has become--to change the scenes that we see every day on the news--to change the words of arrogance and fear that echo in our minds. Will we ever learn? The cross seems to say, 'No.'
But because we know the end of the story, this is not where we stay. This is not where our imagination rests--in the doom and gloom of a dreary world filled with sin. No, we cannot save ourselves. Perhaps it's time to stop trying and start caring for what has been placed in our hands--each other, our, our gifts, our blessings, our families, our love, our hearts, our lives, our country, our world, all of God's creation.
As you prepare for worship this evening, gather in the dusk of the day. Have a candle or two to light as we pray for the healing of the nations.
For all is not lost--it is just buried.