"My God, My God, why hast thou forsaken me?"
It is in the time of "forsaking" that we learn most.
Until the time of failure comes,
we may blind ourselves to think we are somewhat
of a "success".
Whatever that is.
When we glorify God,
we say that He and She is All Success,
and we blind ourselves to what we think
is our success.
For there is no success,
without the success
and the succor
of knowing God.
Have we an income?
God has more, the income of our hearts.
Popularity?
God has all.
Worship trumps popularity,
and popularity is fleeting,
as is success.
When Yeshua was laid upon the wood,
Was the cry to "My God, My God..."
a moment of doubt for him?
Was the one who brought us the new covenant of belief
unbelieving?
Unbelievable.
No, the cross laden one
was in a disturbance,
as humans are wont sometimes.
He could handle the pain, the jeers
But for the first time in his life,
he did not feel that sweetest presence of God
which he earned more greatly for us by his "failure",
which was actually the greatest success
for the world
that the world has ever seen.
He cried, My God,
because he felt alone from God,
for the first time
and this he was not equipped
completely to handle.
He died of aloneness.
For the first time in his life,
he had to consider
that perhaps he had not pleased his God
quite fully enough,
and that perhaps this was the reason
for his seeming
estrangement from God.
Just as sometimes we must need to consider the same.
Perhaps, he thought
that praying in the Garden
that God would let his cup
of suffering pass...
was a prayer gone amiss.
This is why he prayed
My God, My God,
WHY hast thou forsaken me...
He was praying
was there something which I have done
to displease?
After giving all to God that he could give,
he did not say "my heart has given all,
I can give no more..."
as I would pray.
No he prayed,
not thinking of all he had given,
and wondering
if he should have given more.
Human pains he had seen
from above
for times and many seasons,
and he was acquainted with our human suffering,
and could bear the load.
But even he needed to learn
of the anguish we all face at times
the anguish of seeming to have been forsaken
by God.
To know and taste fully
what we often have to taste.
I have learned one thing my brothers.
I have learned one thing my sisters.
It is that failure
brings us to God more than any other
creed,
method,
doctrine,
form of prayer,
fastings or givings,
works of "righteousness"
or even preaching
in a pulpit.
Failure is my method
to know God.
Not that that is what I seek,
the failure...
no, this is not humanly possible.
But failure is given
to help me know that
none of my beliefs,
or spiritual ways of doing things,
efforts, efforts, efforts
count for all that much with God,
but that just the turning to Him
is what counts,
turning, turning, turning.
There was one who died
who preached from the pulpit
on television.
And she preached that God
would take us through all our trials,
as we turn,
to God.
But she had known only success
for such a long time,
that when failure came,
she said,
"I never dreamed I would have to
follow my own teachings..."
Wouldn't it make
for a wiser, godlier people
if we always had to follow
what we believed in?
Instead of never having the opportunity?
Failure my sons,
failure my daughters,
mothers and fathers
I commend to you
as my friend
for I have been kissed by it.
And I have kissed it,
as I kiss you.
You are kissed Daisy,
needing encouragement.
You are kissed Mike, Gloria and the rest.
Being in the rest
of she who is God's Berit.
In my failure
is my bliss
the crushing
of an ego
gone atwist.
Some worship a Trinity,
I worship one more,
at the feet of failure
I do lie,
so that when you fail
I do not look down
but rather up
to you,
for God shows you something
which He and She
shows me not
at this time.
I present to you
myself.
I introduce you
to myself.
My name is Failure,
and in this is the Glory of God.
This is the gospel
of which I preach
That I have failed
and in failing
I have found the success
of knowing God.
God Bless the Namaste in us All.