Only a Christ of the killing fields where the love of God was engraved in a like suffering can both judge and transform these appalling realities.
The Gospel accounts of the terrible torture of the Crucifixion of Jesus have at their heart, words spoken from the heart of that agony, a prayer for forgiveness for those who nailed Him to the rough wood; a longing thirst, both physical and spiritual; a commendation of His mother to his beloved Disciple; a promise of paradise to the penitent thief; a cry of dereliction ”” “My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?” and a commending of His spirit to His Father. “Therefore he who shows us God, helpless hangs upon the tree, and the very nails and spear, tell of what God’s love must be.”
In the Christ of that killing field we find a love reaching out to us that will never let us down and will never let us go.
The way this was written had a kind of haunting beauty…