The Question and Prayer of Holy Week

Gasping for each painful breath, dying upon the splintered cross, you said, “Father, forgive them, they know not what they do.” And we question how this could be. How could they not know what they were doing?

They were characters in the greatest story of all time. The inconceivable foretold by prophets was far from fiction. It was reality in an unprecedented form as the Divine lived the human experience. 

Pondering their actions leads us to ponder our own. Often, we too do not know what we are doing. Again, how can this be? What is it to know? How can I not know what I do when I follow the greatest teacher of all time? How closely do I follow you, Yeshua?

Whether from personal experience or group indoctrination, it seems easy to question the intentions and actions of others. They are with us or they are not. Our perceptions and assumptions quickly lead us to build another divisive wall that merely hinders the common good and perpetuates our not knowing.

Yes, Yeshua, I know that challenging the status quo by accepting and embracing the unclean and the marginalized as they were, where they were, was your way of life. Being in solidarity with them and moving beyond barriers was how you lived your faith. In doing so, you called us to question our contributions to unjust systems.

Whether blind, infirmed, lepers, tax collectors, Gentiles, Samaritans or women, they all came to you. Each encounter including journeying across a divisive wall. Yet, not one did you condemn or disrespect according to the standards of the system. Not one. With compassion and mercy, God always meets us where we are. This I know.

So, what is it that I do not know? Am I to accept and embrace those who are ill? Am I to accept and embrace those with different political perspectives? Am I to accept and embrace those who are of other faiths? Am I to accept and embrace people regardless of their sexual orientation? Am I to accept and embrace those who live on the streets? Am I to accept and embrace immigrants, refugees, and others who do not share my nationality?

You taught us to love God with all of our being, and to love others as ourself. Yes, I am to accept and embrace others. Again, what do I not know? Am I blind to it? Am I so focused on my reality that the reality of others is irrelevant? Is there a disconnect between what I know intellectually and the daily living of it? Is what I know simply what I profess on Sunday and leave on the pew until the next weekend?

How can what I know become my way of life, how I live my faith? As I ponder this, thank you for forgiving me when I do not know what I am doing. Desiring to follow in your footprints, my prayer is that you help me forgive those who do not know what they are doing.