He came from his blest throne
Salvation to bestow;
But men made strange, and none
The longed-for Christ would know.
But O, my Friend,
My Friend indeed,
Who at my need
His life did spend!
He came to his own people and they didn’t recognise him. How can hearts be so estranged that God walks amongst us as a stranger? He comes in love and mercy, as our Friend, but we recognise neither Him nor our own need. Holy Week is a time when we bring all that estranges us from God, to the Friend who came to bestow salvation by self-expending love.
Prayer: Lord we are sorry for the sins that estrange, and our failure to recognise you as our Friend indeed. Have mercy on us. Amen
Photo taken September 17, 2023, on South Anderson Drive, Aberdeen, while awaiting the funeral cortege of Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth II. The two pigeons add their own poignant note to a day which I found deeply moving. The cruciform image against a blue sky resonates, for me at least, with Crossman's words in the first two lines.
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