A Passion Week Lament and an Easter Challenge to Trust

By Lael Arrington Published on April 10, 2020

It just feels wrong to spend Palm Sunday and Easter at home. I wished I could be on my way to church instead of listening to sermons online. I especially missed the Palm Sunday crowd.

Can you imagine lining up behind Jesus 6 ft. apart? Walking down the Mount of Olives in single file? It really puts a damper on the joy. Sucks all the energy out of the scene. We were meant to worship in crowds. Multitudes. Singing loudly to our God and king.

It was just not the same singing along with the TV. Or even with a few neighbors on our decks/balconies.

Thankfully, God Welcomes Lament

The Bible is full of people lamenting their losses of people or things dear to them, lamenting when they feel helpless in their situations, lamenting when their hearts are broken and their worlds turn upside down. The words of the book of Lamentations echo our own lament these days: “How lonely sits the city that was full of people! … The roads to Zion mourn, for none come to the festival; all her gates are desolate.”

Like the Biblical laments, we pour out our pain and loss to God. The Psalms of lament even help us wrap words around our own sadness and anxiety. From Psalm 77: “I cry aloud to God, aloud to God, and he will hear me. In the day of my trouble I seek the Lord; in the night my hand is stretched out without wearying; my soul refuses to be comforted.”

In Mark Vroegop’s book Dark Clouds, Deep Mercy: Discovering the Grace of Lament, he encourages us to lament like the psalmists: turn to God, bring him our complaint, and ask boldly for his help and healing. But don’t leave it there. A Biblical lament also chooses and expresses trust in God’s goodness and love.

Again the words of Psalm 77: “Has God forgotten to be gracious? Has he in anger shut up his compassion?” Then I said, ‘I will appeal to this, to the years of the right hand of the Most High.’ I will remember the deeds of the LORD; yes, I will remember your wonders of old. I will ponder all your work, and meditate on your mighty deeds. Your way, O God, is holy. What god is great like our God?”

What a beautiful turning from “crying aloud,” to ”remembering his mighty deeds,” to a declaration of trust — “What god is great like our God?”

My Great Lament of 2009

In 2009 my heart was in deep lament over our departure from a pastoral ministry of 19 years in the middle of the great recession of 2008. When the decision was finally made to step down, I felt like my soul launched into the abyss. I remember lying awake at night in fear we were free-falling and would crash before we found a new ministry. I was turning to God and complaining alright. Asking boldly and constantly for a new ministry that would be a great fit for my husband and me.

But I wasn’t wholeheartedly trusting.

Even though our previous ministry provided us with a year’s salary to see us through a long search, an extraordinary gift of encouragement, inside I knew I was walking in fear and doubt. As we roller coastered through months of unemployment and search with rising hopes and disappointing realities, I struggled with trusting God. That began to bleed into a struggle with trusting my husband. We had been on the unemployment ride once before. But we were much younger. This time we were nearing 60. Our search looked totally different.

Finally, it began to look like God was leading us to a wonderful church that looked like a great fit for both of us. But with my rheumatoid arthritis and Jack’s heart stents, it looked like the insurance was going to be a deal breaker for us. In one final lament we cried out to God in the words of Hezekiah, “Lord we don’t know what to do, but our eyes are on you.”

This time, by God’s grace, I have doubled down on a proper lament: turning to God, bringing him my complaint, boldly asking for help and choosing to trust him.

And God worked a miracle to help us afford the insurance and accept the offer of our church here in South Carolina (God Shatters a Wall.) He made a way when there was no other way. And encouraged so many people in the process.

After God provided for us so amazingly, I went to him in gratitude and humility, confessing my lack of trust in him. Repenting of my great fear in the face of his tremendous provision. I grieved the fact that I had not trusted his love and goodness toward us wholeheartedly, even when I had seen his love and goodness over decades of ministry. He had been so faithful. And I had been so faithless.

I decided that, by his grace and strength, should we face another great shake-up, I would not doubt him again like that. He had proven his love and goodness too many times. I didn’t want to dishonor him like that again. Pull another Peter at the cock crow.

Doubling Down on a Proper Lament

So here we are. After almost ten years of ministry, Jack retired last October. We are living on social security and our IRAs. Suddenly, like many of you, our finances have taken a huge hit. The world has turned upside down. I miss my church. My crowd. So many people and things from my normal life. In the last two weeks, we have driven somewhere exactly four times: groceries, take-out, and the lake.

But this time, by God’s grace, I have doubled down on a proper lament: turning to God, bringing him my complaint, boldly asking for help and choosing to trust him. I long to honor him with a “confident, alert expectation that he will do what he said he will do” (Eugene Peterson’s description of hoping in God). He will supply all our needs in Christ Jesus (Phil 4:19). He has been so good to us. I want to acknowledge him and thank him with solid belief. In this COVID-19 crisis there have been some anxious moments. But no panic. No freefall.

Sunday is Easter. God raised Jesus from the dead. He is greater than any pandemic. Any recession.

Lord, I believe. Please help my little cracks of unbelief.


For more insights into Holy Week

For Palm Sunday and Holy Week
John Zmirak’s How Can We Mark Palm Sunday When it Feels Like Holy Saturday?
Deacon Keith Fournier’s Holy Week: Now It Begins, Now It All Begins
Jennifer Hartline’s Has God Finally Met His Match?

For Maundy Thursday
David Mills’s Why Jesus Washed the Apostles’ Feet, and Why We Do It Too

For Good Friday
John Zmirak’s Have a Bleak and Blessed Good Friday and I Am Barabbas. And So Are You
David Mills’s We’re Pilate, But We Should Be the Jews
Tom Gilson’s Good Friday: Its Message for Christian Culture Warriors

For Holy Saturday:
John Zmirak’s Living in Limbo
Michael Brown’s Why Russian Jews Dreaded Easter Weekend

For Easter day
James Robison’s The Triumph of Easter
John Zmirak’s Want to Really Experience Easter? Visit a Graveyard and Listen to Verdi
David Mills’s Did Jesus Rise? The Extreme Apostle Says Yes, the More Extreme Atheist Says No and He Walked Her Down the Aisle in Baby Steps
Tom Gilson’s Purpose, Justice, Hope: How the Resurrection Lets Life Make Sense


Originally published at LaelArrington.com. Reprinted with permission.


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