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Making All Things New - Christina Brown Yep


The Experience: Everybody hurts. But this? Your son is tortured and lead away for execution. What do you say to him? Your mother has to watch as they tear you apart, piece by piece. What do you say to her? What can give meaning to your suffering and hers? If your mother is Mary, and you're Jesus, it goes like this. Because God hurts with us...




The Video:
Jesus dies. Blow by blow. Step by Step. One drop of blood after another. And his mother has to watch.


My Take:
Everybody hurts. The world is full of pain and suffering, and that doesn't seem likely to change in the near future.
Suffering is wrong. It shouldn't exist. But it does, so who do we blame it on? God? Ourselves? Chance? Fate?
There don't seem to be many answers, but Jesus on the cross is one. God doesn't abandon the suffering. He hurts with us. And makes something new out of suffering.

Ask Yourself:
You're not the only one who hurts. Are you there for others? Or do you disappear when things get rough?

LYRICS:


Her
Why is this night not like any other night?
Where is my son?
The slave is freed from the shackles of sin.
At last it has begun.

Him
Adonai, many surround me, Adonai. They seek my life. 
O Abba, please take this cup.
Not my will, but thine be done.

Him
See I am making all things new.

Her
Heart of my heart, let me die with you.

Him
Father, my heart is ready.
I am your servant, the son of your handmaid

Her
I hear your heart beating ever near, I know you must be here.
            When where or how will you deliver yourself, my soul trembles with fear.

Him
Abba, my heart is ready. The hour has come.
I feel the scourges rend my flesh and I cry.
I am a worm, not a man.
I give my life for them.

Him
See I am making all things new.

Her
Heart of my heart, let me die with you.


Him
Father, my heart is ready.

in unison
Him     I am your servant, the son of your handmaid
Her      I am your servant, I am your handmaid

Her
Your blood poured out, like water on the ground.
            My stares can’t soak the blood.
I must reach, though my heart won’t go on.
My son, I am here.

Him
See I am making all things new.

Her
Heart of my heart, let me die with you.

Him
Father, my heart is ready.

in unison
 Him     I am your servant, the son of your handmaid
Her      I am your servant, I am your handmaid

Her
You fall again, my son. And where are my arms?
            The end is coming on.
They tear your clothes, throw dice for what I weaved.
Your strength is all but gone.

Him
Abba, this judge my hour, they nail my hands and feet.
Please forgive them, they know not what they do.
Abba, Abba, they do not know, they know not what they do.


in unison
 See I am making all things new.
Heart of my heart, let me die with you.
Father, my heart is ready.
 Him     I am your servant, the son of your handmaid
Her      I am your servant, I am your handmaid

Him
Behold your mother, behold your son.

Her
Here I still stand.
Flesh of my flesh, and heart of my heart, I say yes again.

Him
My God, my God, why have you abandon me?
            Abba, how I thirst!
I finished all you commanded me. I am in your hands.

in unison
See I am making all things new.
Heart of my heart, let me die with you.
Father, my heart is ready.
Him     I am your servant, the son of your handmaid
Her      I am your servant, I am your handmaid.

Review by Benjamin O'Loughlin