
I don’t know if you have ever read Psalm 22 in light of Jesus’ crucifixion. If you haven’t, take a couple of minutes to read through it. I am providing the text below. But first, here is the quote from Mark 15:34 where Jesus speaks from the cross:
“And at the ninth hour Jesus cried out in a loud voice, ‘Eloi, Eloi, lama sabachthani?’—which means, ‘My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?’”
Jesus is pointing to Psalm 22, which reads:
1 My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?
Why are you so far from saving me,
so far from the words of my groaning?
2 O my God, I cry out by day, but you do not answer,
by night, and am not silent.
3 Yet you are enthroned as the Holy One;
you are the praise of Israel.
4 In you our fathers put their trust;
they trusted and you delivered them.
5 They cried to you and were saved;
in you they trusted and were not disappointed.
6 But I am a worm and not a man,
scorned by men and despised by the people.
7 All who see me mock me;
they hurl insults, shaking their heads:
8 “He trusts in the LORD;
let the LORD rescue him.
Let him deliver him,
since he delights in him.”
9 Yet you brought me out of the womb;
you made me trust in you
even at my mother’s breast.
10 From birth I was cast upon you;
from my mother’s womb you have been my God.
11 Do not be far from me,
for trouble is near
and there is no one to help.
12 Many bulls surround me;
strong bulls of Bashan encircle me.
13 Roaring lions tearing their prey
open their mouths wide against me.
14 I am poured out like water,
and all my bones are out of joint.
My heart has turned to wax;
it has melted away within me.
15 My strength is dried up like a potsherd,
and my tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth;
you lay me in the dust of death.
16 Dogs have surrounded me;
a band of evil men has encircled me,
they have pierced my hands and my feet.
17 I can count all my bones;
people stare and gloat over me.
18 They divide my garments among them
and cast lots for my clothing.
19 But you, O LORD, be not far off;
O my Strength, come quickly to help me.
20 Deliver my life from the sword,
my precious life from the power of the dogs.
21 Rescue me from the mouth of the lions;
save me from the horns of the wild oxen.
22 I will declare your name to my brothers;
in the congregation I will praise you.
23 You who fear the LORD, praise him!
All you descendants of Jacob, honor him!
Revere him, all you descendants of Israel!
24 For he has not despised or disdained
the suffering of the afflicted one;
he has not hidden his face from him
but has listened to his cry for help.
25 From you comes the theme of my praise in the great assembly;
before those who fear you will I fulfill my vows.
26 The poor will eat and be satisfied;
they who seek the LORD will praise him—
may your hearts live forever!
27 All the ends of the earth
will remember and turn to the LORD,
and all the families of the nations
will bow down before him,
28 for dominion belongs to the LORD
and he rules over the nations.
29 All the rich of the earth will feast and worship;
all who go down to the dust will kneel before him—
those who cannot keep themselves alive.
30 Posterity will serve him;
future generations will be told about the Lord.
31 They will proclaim his righteousness
to a people yet unborn—
for he has done it.
God be praised! -landon

Now I always thought that his reply was rather harsh. He says, “Woman, it is not my time (or hour in the Greek).” We read this as, “I am too lazy to go. -or- It is not my time to reveal my God-hood by doing a huge miracle… that Landon will blog about 2000 years from now.” But I think he is really saying, “I am not the groom yet, mom. It is not my responsibility to provide the wine for another dude’s party.” The interesting part is that he does, and it comes out in the rest of the Gospel account where Jesus points to his time/hour as being at the cross and resurrection– where he begins to prepare for his marriage celebration to his bride, the church. What’s more is that if Jesus has the power to create wine from the most abundant resource on the planet, there might just be an implication that the wine at this wedding will never run out. The party/celebration will not end.
Holy Week is here and I am psyched. This is my favorite week of the entire year, especially Good Friday. It is a very emotional time for me. In preparation of for the latter part of this week, I walk through the Gospel accounts of the passion. This year I noticed something strange though.
anything from this week in history, I would concentrate on Jesus’ resurrection. Yet the writers put more ink-to-papyrus when it comes to the death account. Why?
Thought: Could it be that there really the question as to whether or not Jesus was living on Easter Sunday and after was the most pressing question? Jesus was there. He ate, drank, and talked with people. What if we looked at it from the angle that the Gospel writers were trying to prove that He died more than the fact that He was living? I am not discounting the resurrection by any means! It is interesting, however, the amount of time spent on the suffering and death of Christ. Would people who had seen Him alive have doubts that He actually died? I haven’t really wrestled with all the implications of this, so I would like to hear your thoughts.
For 23 years I have been in a school of some sort. It began with Lincoln Logs and finger paints, and now it is homiletics and hermeneutics. I realized today that this was my last first day of class. I don’t know how to feel about that. On the one hand I am ready to bust out of this seminary bubble and begin doing what I have been preparing to do for the past 8 years. But on the other hand I realize the world outside academia is largely unknown to me. When I went out on vicarage, I spent the first 4 months adjusting to conversations with people who didn’t have a clue what things like felicitous inconsistencies or hermeneutical principles were. By month 6, I talked like a normal human again (and loved it)… only to be thrust back into the bubble once again.
I think my biggest concern is the permanence of the upcoming move. I haven’t lived in a single place for more than 6 months (barring vicarage) since my senior year of high school, which was 9 years ago. Now I am looking at an open-ended call to a church of God’s choosing and I am feeling the weight. There is a certain level of commitment that comes with the move. Before, if there were tensions or clashes, I would just ride it out until my time was up in that place. (Incidentally, I am feeling like that right now here at the sem) But this is a whole different ballgame.
