(This sermon was preached at Epworth Chapel, Baltimore on 12/4/16)
My God, my God, why have you forsaken me? Why are you so far from saving me, so far from my cries of anguish? My God, I cry out by day, but you do not answer, by night, but I find no rest. Yet you are enthroned as the Holy One; you are the one Israel praises. In you our ancestors put their trust; they trusted and you delivered them. To you they cried out and were saved; in you they trusted and were not put to shame. Psalm 22:1-5
If
you’ve ever been broken hearted, you know what it feels like, and you can feel
the same pain that I’m still experiencing in the aftermath of the
election. To be clear this is not, at
its core, a political concern – it is more an existential concern – getting to
the very core of who I am, and who we are as the people of God.
Indeed, many of us right now are living
with broken spirits - broken hopes and dreams - indeed broken hearts.
And it would not be an overstatement
to declare that the experience of broken heartedness is often accompanied by a
sense that one has been punched in the gut so hard, and knocked
down to the point that one finds it difficult to get back up. The broken heartedness that I’m talking about
today carries with it profound disappointment, dis-heartedness, a confusion,
and pain – and indeed fear – fear for the future of God’s creation. And this brokenness often leads to bitter
tears of despair – which may seem to drip with no end in sight.







