This Lenten season, I am drawn to the witnesses: the grieving women looking on at Jesus’ crucifixion with their hearts breaking, mourning and wailing for him as recounted by Luke. The Gospels of Luke and Matthew also tell us that these many women
My natural bent would not have been to go to “in-between” spaces, where job descriptions are vague and the journey unmeasurable. Meeting Jesus created a new space for redemption, making the “in-between” a space for life rather than death.
Who was I? Was a title and the approval of man really to be the source of my self-worth? It was during this season that I learned so much about myself and my God.
We were instantly linked by an unspoken camaraderie that created a tangibly safe atmosphere. When characters in the film made offensive and degrading comments about women, my fellow moviegoers gasped in disgust and whispered under their breath, “Shut. Up.”
At first, I was spooked. It was dark out there. I was being super careful about where I stepped and was afraid of what I might see lurking in the shadows.
I am amazed and grateful for how African Americans saw their story in Jesus. What they saw in Jesus was a reflection of their deep convictions of what is unjust and where humanity has gone wrong.