We Spoke in Unison of Suffering; We Will Speak in Unison of Resurrection

Nine o’clock is the hour at which Jesus was nailed to the cross. I was reading the Liturgy of the Hours for nine a.m., and this Psalm describes so much of the suffering that I have had spiritually and emotionally at times of my life. I am filled with wonder that Jesus, who is God, who is perfect joy, who never has reason to suffer, accepted such suffering to save me and all of us from it. I read the Psalm today and found Jesus and I spoke it in unison. What hope that we will speak of joy and resurrection in unison on Sunday. Psalm 87 The prayer of one gravely ill Lord God, my saviour, I have cried out to you by day and by night. Let my prayer come before you: turn your ear to my request. For my soul is full of evils, my life has come close to its end. I am counted with those who go down to the pit: I am left without help. I am one of the dead, like the murdered who sleep in their tombs, who lie there forgotten, cut off from your care. You have thrust me down into the pit, to the gloom and the shadow of death. Your anger weighs heavy upon me; you have drowned me under your waves. You have taken my friends away from me: you have made me hateful in their sight, I am shut in, I may not go out. My eyes are weak from my sufferings. I have called to you, Lord, all the day; I have stretched out my hands to you. Is it for the dead that you perform your wonders? Will the ghosts rise up and proclaim you? In the tomb, will they tell of your kindness? Will they tell of your faithfulness in the place of the lost? Will your wonders be known in the darkness, or your righteousness in the land of oblivion? And so I have called out to you, Lord, and in the morning my prayer will come before you. With what purpose, Lord, do you reject my soul? Why do you hide your face from me? I am poor; from my youth I have been dying; I have borne the terrors you sent, I am lost in confusion. Your anger has overrun me, your terrors have broken me: they have flowed round me like water, they have besieged me all the day long. You have taken my friends and those close to me: all I have left is shadows. Glory be to the Father and to the Son and to the Holy Spirit, as it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be, world without end. Amen.