This Is Love

A reflection on Psalm 22:

This is love, hanging high upon a tree, bruised, disgraced, forsaken.

“God, where are you?”

God, she is there, lynched, murdered, dying. This is love and the price of love is our lives.

When we are willing to break open our flesh and pour out our blood for the good of our enemies, we will glimpse heaven, even if in the moment it looks like hell.

Love is willing — willing to give itself over to death so that others might live, willing to subject itself to oppression to set the oppressed free. Love is victorious but only through defeat.

This is love. Do you see it? Will you be it?

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WordsBrandan Robertson
Image: alxndr jones
Music: Dexter Britain