Where is God when it hurts?

Being abandoned by his friends when he needs them most.

Being beaten by rods.

Being slandered right to his face.

Being stripped naked.

Being whipped.

Again.

And again.

Being mocked.

Having thorns pressed into his flesh.

Being nailed to a piece of wood and hanging there.

Naked.

Sorrowing, sighing, bleeding.

Dying.

That’s where God is when it hurts.

Hurting with you.

Taking all the pain and sorrow and hurt of the world into himself and swallowing it.

A page from the Statute of the Guild of San Martino, 1362; in the Museo Correr, Venice (my pic)