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Who Forsook Whom?
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At 3:00 on the first Good Friday, Jesus had been on the cross in unutterable agony for six hours, and he called out, “My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?”
I’ve always believed those words were Jesus’ prayer to God, his Father—words coming from the anguish of Jesus’ humanity, a quote from an ancient Psalm which ends in joy. But, yesterday, I heard those words in a different light. What if Jesus was speaking to us?
I close my eyes and see him on the cross. Human body, mind and emotions are weakened to the point of death. But, as God, his omniscience never fails.
On the cross, he can see each person who has ever been or ever will be born, and he loves each one as though he/she is the only one, choosing this ignominious death to save the one he loves from eternal death.
He sees me. He sees each time I fail him.
As God, he can be patient and merciful with me. But, as a man, he feels his skin hanging in tatters, the nails through his hands and feet and his dislocated shoulders straining at the dead weight of his limp body. The reflection of his agony in the eyes of his mother intensifies his pain.
My abandonment of him is the last straw for Jesus, the man. His mind screams, “I did all this for you, so that you can live forever. How can you be so cavalier about this gift?”
He turns to his Father, asking him to save me—not for God to save him, but rather for God to save me.
His body is weak, in minutes he will be dead. Words come hard.
His prayer for me comes out, “My God! My God!”
His lamentation at my betrayal, “Why have you forsaken me?”
Dear Jesus,
Please forgive me for the times I have betrayed you. Let me never again forsake you, because you have never forsaken me.
Amen
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About the Author
Marilyn is a cradle Catholic and a Cursillista. She is a parishioner at Holy Savior, the first Catholic Church in Clinton, Mississippi.
Marilyn’s parents and a handful of other young couples founded Holy Savior in 1966. At the time, Catholics were rare in the deep south—often met with curiosity, suspicion, and outright opposition. Her parents’ devotion and Marilyn’s own experiences with anti-Catholicism strengthened her own faith, as well as inspiring her to oppose unfairness toward minorities and marginalized people.
One of the first women to receive an MBA from the University of Southern Mississippi, Marilyn had a long career in Human Resource Management, part-time consulting, and instruction of public managers and elected officials. After her retirement, she and husband Bill ran their own real estate brokerage, were community volunteers and received Clinton’s Outstanding Citizens of the Year award. Since Bill's death, Marilyn has continued their legacy, continuing to volunteer and serve the community.
