The Sacrifice
And about the ninth hour, Jesus cried with a loud voice, saying, "Eli, Eli, lama sabachthani?" that is to say, "My God, My God, why hast Thou forsaken Me?"
-Matthew 27: 46
It was not when men spat in Jesus' face and beat Him with their fists and slapped Him which caused Him to cry out. It was not the Roman scourging which ripped His flesh from His back which caused Him to cry out.
It was not the thorn wreath smashed into His scalp. Nor the grating of the rough wooden cross on his shoulder as He bore it up the hill. It was not the parched, agonizing strain to the top of Golgotha or the spikes mercilessly pounded into His hands and feet. It was not the shock of the cross' vertical support slamming to rest in place, jarring and likely separating His shoulders. It was not the constant searing pain as He pressed his feet on the spike which supported His weight in order to stretch His ribcage to take in air.
There was nothing that men or any other created being could do to make the Son of God cry out.
His distraught cry came at that forlorn time of separation from the Father--the only separation the Father and the Son had known from all eternity. This was the event which had been contemplated with sheer dismay in the Garden the night before. This was that duration of the crucifixion in which the Lamb of God suffered the Father's just and holy anger for the sins of those He came to redeem.
He became the propitiation for our sins, and He paid our sin-debt in full. It was a costly price to pay, as Matthew 27: 46 shows.
Hallelujah. What a Savior.
-Matthew 27: 46
It was not when men spat in Jesus' face and beat Him with their fists and slapped Him which caused Him to cry out. It was not the Roman scourging which ripped His flesh from His back which caused Him to cry out.
It was not the thorn wreath smashed into His scalp. Nor the grating of the rough wooden cross on his shoulder as He bore it up the hill. It was not the parched, agonizing strain to the top of Golgotha or the spikes mercilessly pounded into His hands and feet. It was not the shock of the cross' vertical support slamming to rest in place, jarring and likely separating His shoulders. It was not the constant searing pain as He pressed his feet on the spike which supported His weight in order to stretch His ribcage to take in air.
There was nothing that men or any other created being could do to make the Son of God cry out.
His distraught cry came at that forlorn time of separation from the Father--the only separation the Father and the Son had known from all eternity. This was the event which had been contemplated with sheer dismay in the Garden the night before. This was that duration of the crucifixion in which the Lamb of God suffered the Father's just and holy anger for the sins of those He came to redeem.
He became the propitiation for our sins, and He paid our sin-debt in full. It was a costly price to pay, as Matthew 27: 46 shows.
Hallelujah. What a Savior.
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