Wounded for Fear

A Good Friday meditation on why Jesus suffered the cross.

Written by

Randall J. Greene

Published on

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Those wounds, not for peace, not for hope, but for fear
because they could not imagine a kingdom
led not by a king, led not by might, led not by opulence or self-protection,
but led by love, led by listening and holding and giving one’s privilege away.

And that kind of kingdom unimaginable,
a kingdom that depowers the powerfuls and empowers the ignorables,
was a threat to be quashed, a movement to be killed, a teacher to be wounded.
No, those wounds were not for peace, not for hope, not for love;
those wounds, like all wounds, were for fear.