Have you ever forgotten the password to an online account you've set up? Your own, personal, unique, secret password that allows you to have access to important information, services, or products?
It's very annoying and usually inconvenient. Never happens when we have plenty of time to remember, does it?
But what's more important are those passwords that allow us access in relationships with others, with our inner being, with God. When we enter times in which we can't remember those passwords, we experience lonliness, anxiety, and loss. Those times are worse than annoying and beyond inconvenient. If only we could remember and be allowed in again!
I'm reminded this week that Jesus had such a time. In the Garden and on the Cross. What happened to the password to his relationship with his disciples, who drifted off to sleep, deserted, and betrayed him? How about the password to his inner purpose that caused him to ask that it be removed from him? Why did God forsake him in his darkest and lonliest hour?
What profound lonliness, fearfulness, lostness.
"Let this cup pass from me.
My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?
Is there any sorrow like my sorrow?
Is it nothing to you?"
If only the password could be reset!
Is that what Easter is about? Jesus, help me to remember my passwords so I can get back in.
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