A prayer of imprisonment and freedom
Your humility surprises me.
You understand loneliness and rejection.
You were a refugee.
You were misunderstood, misrepresented, hated, and tortured.
You were wrongly accused in a court of law.
You were a prisoner.
You were executed without having a fair trial.
You died.
Oh, the depths that you undertook
to feel the depths of human pain
and human separation from your love and forgiveness.
What kind of love makes God willingly become
its creation–
especially a creation condemned and shamed,
who will lose his human rights and experience human death?
You were willing to die
for everyone who has ever done an evil thing.
You cover sins so numerous and so hideous,
so inexcusable
yet somehow, forgivable.
A willing prisoner,
a willing death,
to free me from the prison of myself.
Amen.
“God sets the lonely in families, he leads out the prisoners with singing; but the rebellious live in a sun-scorched land.” (Psalm 68:6)
