Something that did make sense to me, though, came when I first read about James Cone’s work—among others, in a book called Said I Wasn’t Gonna Tell Nobody. It’s about his laying the groundwork for black theology out of his own experience of what it means to be black in America, and in particular deals with the meaning of the Cross. He says that inasmuch as Jesus died ‘for us’, he really died ‘with us’. That this was God’s way of telling us that God is present with us in all of our suffering, and in everything we go through.
As I reflect on Lent now, that makes a lot of sense to me