My God

"Did time stand still?
Did everything that hath breath hold it?"
~ Sandra Heska King

More than two millennia ago, as birth pangs came upon a young virgin, did any of her forefather David's words of suffering come into her mind?

I am poured out like water ...
My heart is like wax; It has melted within Me.
My strength is dried up ...
You have brought Me to the dust of death.
~ Psalms 22:14-15

Could she know that the same psalm prophesied the experience of her Son?

My God, My God, why have You forsaken Me? ....
The congregation of the wicked has enclosed Me.
They pierced My hands and My feet ...
They look and stare at Me.
~ Psalms 22:1,16-18

Thirty-three years later, when Mary watched Her Son's agony as His Father turned away, did she know that His thoughts included His mother's comforts and His trust in God?

But You are He who took Me out of the womb;
You made Me trust while on My mother's breasts.
I was cast upon You from birth.
From My mother's womb You have been My God.
~ Psalms 22:9-10

We unite with one another to celebrate the Word of God becoming flesh, and we call to mind that God subjected Himself to the whole of human experience as one of us.

My God, my God, thank You for the gift of Jesus, Your Word in warm, loving flesh. Thank You for rescue from the dust of death. Thank You for never forsaking me.

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