“Then the soldiers led him into the courtyard of the palace and they called together the whole crowd. And they clothed him in a purple cloak, and after twisting some thorns into a crown they put it on him.” (Mark 15: 16-17, NRSV)
I believe in God, who carries the weight of the whole world upon his shoulders.
He is perfectly God who was made imperfectly human, taking on our burdens while wrestling with his own.
He is the illegitimate son of poor parents.
He is a refugee.
He struggles with the responsibilities he has and the promises he has made.
They think that he is odd and different and dangerous. He is other.
He loves and trusts — and he has had it thrown back.
He has lost. He mourns. He grieves.
He comes face to face with his own mortality and he looks away, terrified.
God of the oppressed, we are human and vulnerable, and yet the loads we carry are so heavy.
As your Son takes up his cross,
we pray for our friends and neighbours and for the crosses that they bear.
We pray for those who are battling addiction.
For those living with disability and chronic illness.
For those trapped in an abusive relationship.
For those who wonder where their next meal is coming from.
For those who have nowhere to sleep tonight.
Jerusalem, Jerusalem, return to the Lord your God.