My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?
Why are you so far from helping me,
from the words of my groaning?
O my God, I cry by day, but you do not answer;
and by night, but find no rest.
I prayed the words of Psalm 22 today. The Psalm that follows it is one of the best known passages of the Bible, but this one, this is an uncomfortable song to sing. It is the song that Jesus sang while on the cross. And in the midst of a weekend where I’ve felt rather frustrated, I wonder if it’s okay to say those words. Are Christians allowed to question God like that? Objectively-speaking, of course God doesn’t forsake us. But do we ever FEEL that way? And if we do, is it okay to admit it, for even a moment? By admitting our pain and facing it, can we, perhaps passionately move towards God even when we don’t understand His ways? Or are we, as Christians, supposed to always have it together, even with God? I wonder if King David cried as he spoke his poetry and lamented what He didn’t understand? I wonder if his doubt led him to believe…and not just go through the motions? Did passion well up inside as he sang from his heart? I wonder if David knew he was being prophetic, and that his words would be repeated by his descendent, and countless others? I wonder if I’ll ever be a man like David…