“At the sixth hour darkness came over the whole land until the ninth hour. And at the ninth hour Jesus cried out in a loud voice, ‘Eloi, Eloi, lama sabachthani?’- which means, ‘My God, My, God, why have you forsaken me?'”
I can’t imagine.
I simply can’t imagine how Jesus must have felt at that very moment. He had come to this earth as a man, made himself nothing in the eyes of the world and was obedient to God, even when it led to his cruel death (Philippians 2:6-8). He had been whipped, beaten, insulted, spat upon and even deserted. The mocking, the nails, the blood, the pain, the desperate attempt to breathe while hanging from a cross. We normally look at these and think that Jesus’ suffering was unimaginable. But the physical pain still pales in comparison to being forsaken by God.
Jesus had to take on the sins of the world, past, present and future (1 Peter 2:24). And because God cannot look at evil and sin (Habakkuk 1:13), he turned his back on Jesus’ final cries from the cross. Jesus had to die there alone and there’s no words to describe how lost he would have felt. He had an intimate relationship with the Father and they had loved each other forever. It was a perfect love and Jesus is having that perfect love and intimacy taken away.
Why would a loving God come to earth as a man and allow his own creation to destroy him? That’s just it! He is a loving God, more loving than my brain can comprehend. Jesus was forsaken so we wouldn’t have to be. It makes me want to scream at the top of my lungs unending praise to his holy name.
“I will proclaim the name of the Lord. Oh praise the greatness of our God!”