…that I may know how to speak to the weary
a word that may rouse them.
Isaiah 50: 4 (NAB)
How many people are weary, worn down, discouraged?
How many need a word to encourage them, to help them come out of the darkness?
I see this around me here in Honduras.
Young people who see little future, because of low wages or no work. A young man lamenting that his common law wife left him and took their child. A young man recalling the death of his three month old last June. A woman who mourns the death of a son and grandson killed last year. Another woman who lost her husband last year to heart disease. Families struggling with relatives suffering cancer.
What am I to do?
Sometimes I do not have a word to say to them. At times I only have a listening ear.
But we need the Servant of the Lord who knows the word that will give us courage in the face of the pains and suffering around us.
Sometimes we want someone who will rescue us – a Superman who will make all things right, a King who will come with his cavalry to rescue us at the last moment.
But what do we have?
Jesus, seated on a donkey.
A God made flesh who knows how to suffer, who gives himself as a servant, washing our feet – and letting his feet be washed.
A God who speaks with His love and mercy, with his solidarity with us.
A God who loves until death – so that we might have hope.
A God who conquers death, not by tearing himself down from the cross, but by rising on the third day.
A God of hope.