Good Friday invites us to notice where our zealous expectations of God lead to disappointment. Where do we go from there?

"Friday"

Misunderstood and patient King

Accused and slapped under cover of night

Abandoned by friends under rule of fight or flight

Misunderstood and patient King

Congratulating the meek, poor, and oppressed

Promising an unrecognizable, longed-for sabbath rest

You are not who I thought you would be

You cast down my sword to set me free

Yet defenseless and cold I still cannot see

Death as the inauguration of jubilee

Misunderstood and patient Friend

In darkness I find it easy to pretend

Warming my hands by the fire in regret

It’s almost truth to say I never knew you

Because I did not quite, yet

Find this poem in my book, "The Rage Against Grace".

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