This was over a decade ago. A small storefront church, a young mother speaking.
She spoke about a children’s song–
Jesus loves me this I know/for the Bible tells me so/little ones to him belong/they are weak, but he is strong/
The song is so simple, so elemental, but it is only a portion of a longer hymn few of us know or sing.
We like the idea of Jesus being strong until he requires something of us.
We like the idea of Jesus being strong until he requires us to acknowledge our weakness.
We are weak. All of us. There is not a living creature on the planet who can stave off death, yet we cling to the illusion of our self-sufficiency.
The young mother that day was focused on the call of the Gospel–one man able to save us from death forever, and how to bind that good news to her children, all God’s children.
How many times have you heard a person cry out in grief and pain and then seen people answer–
stay strong/you are strong.
No. You are not. None of are. We are weak. That is the point–we are weak. He is strong.
So when sin and grief and pain hit you hard remember this: the song is true.
We are weak
He is strong
Only his strength can save us
From the swirling darkness of this