Maundy Thursday: Forgiving God

David HensonMaundy Thursday: Forgiving God

I never clean out the car. And at no time was this unfortunate habit more perilous than when I was a full-time stay-at-home dad. On any given day, depending on the amount of sunshine, our van would have a half-dozen apple cores in various shades of brown, a three-week-old diaper full of pee, and all but two of our sippy cups and to-go coffee cups, each with its own little science experiment growing inside.

It drives my wife up the wall. And I know it drives her up the wall. But I still do it.

Now, it’s not wrong to fill a van full of trash, technically speaking. When I was a college student, I had 20-page papers from the previous semester decomposing into compost in my trunk and a two-year-old splatter of chocolate pudding on the ceiling. But in the context of my marriage, leaving the van full of trash was very, very wrong.

So, I never fail to ask for forgiveness for my sins against wife and van.

It’s how relationships go. You need forgiveness even when no real sin was committed. You ask forgiveness because of the hurt the other person experiences, regardless of whether it is your own fault or the obsessive-compulsive need for cleanliness of the other. You ask for forgiveness to continue the relationship, to restore it humbly.

In our relationships with God, most of us, I’d wager, have no problem asking God for forgiveness, for the things we have done, the things we have left undone, and the things we’re planning on doing even though we know we shouldn’t, like not cleaning out a van. Generally, I suppose we are content with this setup, and it works for the most part. But, when I look at the world, the suffering of consciousness, the evil that infects, the despair of life, the hunger that distends bellies, the enslavement of the poor to the rich, and the rich to riches . . . when I look myself, the way I am made, my own experiences of despair and hopelessness . . . I see the kind of brokenness that begs for forgiveness, but of a wholly different kind than the prayers we say while pounding our chests.

At some point, we have to learn to forgive God. My guess is that most of us don’t want anything to do with forgiving God, either because we rather like the grudges we hold against the Almighty or because we cringe at the idea of God needing forgiveness. But to truly live in relationship to God we have to be capable of forgiving God, of looking at the world God created and ourselves within it, and say to God, “I will love you in spite of this mess, and I forgive you even if it turns out you meant it to be this way all along.”

When I look at my life, what keeps me from joy, from hope, from God is my inability to forgive God. Regardless of its theological correctness, I’ve experienced it as true. I’ve tried to create the right theological formula to avoid the inevitable, but eventually, all my theodicies have failed to register deep within my soul, in the places of pain. That question—why a good, all-loving, all-powerful God allows such profound evil and suffering in the world—plagues many religions and has inspired a variety of explanations. Perhaps God is limited. Perhaps our free will limits God. Perhaps suffering really is an ages-old punishment for humanity’s sinfulness in some imaginary garden. Perhaps it all the evil of the world is payback for our sins. Perhaps evil has only to do with humanity and nothing to do with God, that it’s a problem we created and so it’s a problem that is also ours to repair.

But there’s another option, a more difficult option: to forgive God.

Now, comparatively, it’s easy to forgive humans. We’re so deeply flawed that the only response is compassion. If I’m wronged, all I have to do is take a small, brief trip in my memory to find a moment when I wrought the same sin, or at least, wanted to. Unconditional forgiveness is the most basic form of humanity because it is the attitude most foundationally based on our human experiences.

But God is supposed to be perfect. God isn’t supposed to be forgiven. That’s what our religious institutions have told us for eons.

We often think of God as sacrificing God’s own son for the forgiveness of the sins of humanity. But there’s equal power in seeing God as coming down to live among us and dying for the forgiveness of God as well. My God, my God, why have you forsaken us? How many times have we uttered that phrase in our pain and suffering? When Jesus utters these words, there is no answer. We are left to imagine it. But what would you say if your lover cried out to you, regardless of its factual accuracy, My Beloved, my Beloved, why have you forsaken me? I do not know why, the lover replies. I am so sorry. Forgive me. Do not forsake me as well.

Can we imagine God, the Beloved, replying in such compassion to our experience of suffering? Or do we imagine God, coming out the whirlwind, to berate us like God did to Job?

All relationships need forgiveness. And in a relationship, all need to forgive, whether the wrongs are real or whether the wrongs are imagined, and all need to be forgiven for the same reasons. Perhaps there is some explanation too great for mortals to understand as we are told in Job, but God’s answer to Job’s pained question of My God, my God, why have you forsaken me always struck me as less than convincing. Perhaps our finity cannot match an understanding of infinity, but regardless, such an understanding doesn’t change much when deep suffering strikes.

Sometimes I imagine that when we all finally get to heaven, we’ll find God weeping into a bowl of dirty water, washing the feet of humanity, asking for forgiveness for all God has done and left undone in creation, and giving thanks that we decided to come home anyway.

O God, we forgive you for the suffering in the world, for the horror that masquerades as life, for the hunger, the thirst, the loneliness, the absolute silence of your voice. We forgive you of your trespasses against humanity as you forgive ours against you. And in doing so, may we understand that when our hands reach out in evil, your hands do too, that when our hearts reach out in compassion, your heart follows. Amen.

David Henson is a writer who lives in Augusta, Georgia, and is currently working on a novel. His meditations on scripture have appeared in Ready the Way: A Walk through Advent (2009), the Christian Century web site, and numerous other blogs. He authors the blog Unorthodoxology.  Read the rest of his Holy Week Meditations here.

About David Henson

David Henson is a writer who lives in Augusta, Georgia, and is currently working on a novel. He received his Master of Arts from the Graduate Theological Union in Berkeley, California. His meditations on scripture have appeared in Ready the Way: A Walk through Advent (2009), the Christian Century web site, and numerous other blogs. He blogs regularly at Patheos. You can find him there, as well as on Twitter or Facebook.

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  • Heather

    Reading this post has finally showed me I wasn’t alone in my belief that God needs forgiveness from me. I am in discernment and cannot get past this issue with my priest. I knew I wasn’t the only one, and while I will continue to look and explore, I will take comfort that, particularly in the last two paragraphs, you have publicly put into words what I feel to my core — and I know God knows — but can’t say to the people I love the most. Thank you, thank you.

  • http://www.ashtonfourie.com Ashton Fourie

    This idea of forgiving God is something I’d never thought about before. I wrote about it this morning: http://ashtonfourie.com/blog1/2012/04/23/forgiving-god/

    And am now surprised (and a bit relieved) to find that others share my sentiments in some way.

    I think it’s also seeing people turn away from God because of the things they see wrong in the world around them, especially unfair suffering, that has also made me realize that if we don’t admit to needing to forgive God (which is not the same as accusing Him), we run the risk of becoming embittered.


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