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WHAT WAS GOD DOING?
What
was God doing?
What
was He thinking
high
up in His Heaven
when
the Great Climax was unfolding
and
His only begotten Son was sweating hemorrhages of blood
in
fervent prayer before Him, that night in the garden?
What
was God doing?
What
was He thinking
high
up in His Heaven
when
His Son was pleading
for
the removal of that great Grail of suffering,
yet
in submission acquiesced to His Father’s higher will?
What
was God doing?
What
was He thinking
high
up in His Heaven
during
the sentencing and scourging, spitting and mocking,
as
His Pascal Lamb carried the crude crossbeam to Calvary,
falling
and falling and falling again?
What
was God doing?
What
was He thinking
high
up in His Heaven
when
they stripped His Beloved,
held
His hand to the beam and lifted the hammer
and
pounded the spike through sinless flesh?
Did
He hold His ears? Did He turn away?
Did
His tears pour down as the blood ran down?
Did
He pound His fist? Scream?
What
was God doing?
What
was He thinking
high
up in His Heaven
when
His Son cried, “Why...hast Thou...forsaken Me?”
Victory
was so close. Did He almost change His
mind?
What
was God doing?
What
was He thinking
high
up in His Heaven
when
it finally was finished?
Was
His heavy heart throbbing
as
He darkened the sky and quaked the dry earth,
opened
old graves and breathed life into dead?
Was
it with grief or great jubilation
that
He tore asunder the curtain to the Holy of Holies?
What
oh what was God thinking
at
that Climax of climaxes
with
Satan and sin squashed under His heel,
and after the Ascension,
at Their glorious reunion,
did Father and Son
dance the Hora in Highest Heaven?
Maude
Carolan
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