This isn't
the gospel! We know that on some level Jesus experiences the totality of mortal
existence in Gethsemane. It's our faith that He experienced everything —
absolutely everything. Sometimes we don't think through the implications of
that belief. We talk in great generalities about the sins of all humankind,
about the suffering of the entire human family. But we don't experience pain in
generalities. We experience it individually. That means Jesus knows what it
felt like when your mother died of cancer — how it was for your mother, how it
still is for you. He knows what it felt like to lose the student body election.
He knows that moment when the brakes locked, and the car started to skid. He
experienced the slave ship sailing from Ghana toward Virginia. He experienced
the gas chambers at Dachau. He experienced napalm in Vietnam. He knows about
drug addiction and alcoholism . . .
There is
nothing you have experienced as a woman that he does not also know and
recognize. On a profound level, he understands about pregnancy and giving
birth. He know about PMS and cramps and menopause. He understands about rape
and infertility and abortion.
His last
recorded words to his disciples were, "And, lo, I am with you always, even
unto the end of the world" (Matt. 28:20). What does that mean? It means he
understands your mother-pain when your five-year-old leaves for kindergarten,
when a bully picks on your fifth-grader, when your daughter calls to say that
the new baby has Down's syndrome. He knows your mother-rage when a trusted
babysitter sexually abuses your two-year-old, when someone gives your
thirteen-year-old drugs, when someone seduces your seventeen-year-old. He knows
the pain you live with when you come home to a quiet apartment where the only
children who ever come are visitors, when you hear that your former husband and
his new wife were sealed in the temple last week, when your fiftieth wedding
anniversary rolls around and your husband has been dead for two years. He knows
all that. He's been there. He's been lower than all that.
Chieko N.
Okazaki's Lighten Up!. p174-175
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