Psalm 22:1-2 AMPC
My God, my God, why have You forsaken me? Why are You so far from helping me, and from the words of my groaning? [2] O my God, I cry in the daytime, but You answer not; and by night I am not silent or find no rest.
Question marks are not a sign of doubt, they are a sign of deep suffering.
My Israeli "dad", who is a survivor of Schindler's factory, lives with a constant question mark. It is etched on his soul. You can see it in unguarded moments.
"Why?" There is a question of why did the mass slaughter of Jews happen? Why did he survive and his family didn't? So many unanswered why's.
Now, when he is approaching 100 years old, another why for him (and so many others).
Why the slaughter that took place on 7th October. Why was it against those who had "no dog in the fight"? Those atheistic, peace loving Kibbutzim, so savagely attacked, were the last ones to be against those in Gaza!
You may think it offensive to question why, but think again.
The words from Psalm 22 are a prophecy of the Son of God on the Cross.
In the depth of His suffering He cried out WHY! What's this, God's Perfect Son questioning God? Isn't that a bit blasphemous?
It wasn't - He had to taste that separation from His Father, that undeserved suffering, so He could take on board the "why's" that we must live with.
All of us have question marks that dog our faith or lack of it, some more profound than others.
Father we cry out, as did Jesus, "WHY", as we bring those suffering ones to You. You who are able to make order out of chaos, please send help and comfort and, above all, heart-peace between warring factions. Please bind up the brokenhesrted, bring consolation to those who are mourning and release of prisoners. All this we ask in Jesus' Name.
I knew Kibbutz Be'eri. It was a place of unusual love and kindness.
It's hard to comprehend their suffering.
This is my tribute to them:
Be’eri – Kibbutz of Love
With open arms and wide, wide smiles
How have you become a kibbutz of blood?
Why was it you who had to pay?
You who nursed each other with true kindness
Welcoming all with equal care
Who stood firm against the pummel of incessant rockets
And kept on believing for peace
Not for you the schism of hatred
Fuelled by redundant, rabid, religious politics
What now for that sweet shalom aura
Now that your gates have been so savagely breached
And your people sadistically slaughtered
The tender hearted kibbutz stained with violence
Are your wounds indelible, permanently inscribed on your souls?
Has the fire burned up your generous spirit forever?
No, you will arise and become once more
the Kibbutz of Love
Please pray for them
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