He was oppressed, and he was afflicted, yet he did not open his mouth; like a lamb that is led to the slaughter, and like a sheep that before its shearers is silent, so he did not open his mouth. By a perversion of justice he was taken away. – Isaiah 53:7-8a
Then Jesus said, “Father, forgive them; for they do not know what they are doing.” – Luke 23:34
Silence, Jesus? Excuses, Jesus? In truth, I want a louder Savior. I want a firebrand, I want a chief. I want a voice that echoes from the hills.
I do not want excuses. I do not want a suffering servant satisfied with our perverted justice, consenting with your silence.
For heaven’s sake, shake the heavens! For earth’s sake, rattle the earth! For the oppressed’s sake, break the bonds! For humanity’s sake, do something!
Don’t – don’t – make excuses. Not for them. Not for us. Not even – dare I say it? Don’t make excuses for me.
I do not need excusing, Jesus. No, I need forgiving. Excuses will not change the world: Repentance and forgiveness might.
Suffering Savior, keep your silence: but do not keep your peace. We who witness your great love weep for your peace.