"Eli, Eli, Lama Sabachthani"
"My God, My God, why hast Thou forsaken Me?" Imagine
these words as they broke forth from the parched throat of our Saviour.
His body already broken beyond recognition and His life nearly spent, and
now is poured out upon that one lonely life the full wrath of God for all
sin. Imagine the wrath of God for Cain slaying Able, for David and
Bathsheba, for all of Israel's rebellion, for the sins of the churches
at Corinth and Ephesus, for your sins and mine, all poured out on that
one soul. That one life, deserted by all His friends but one.
That one person who knew what it was to be equal with God now hangs on
a cross alone. Those lips that once tenderly addressed God as "Father"
now signal the hideous reality of what our sin did to this relationship.
Hear the anguish in these words as this soul that had
never known anything but harmony and communion with God now feels the wrenching
emptiness of separation for the first time. Hear that once clear
voice now catch and tremble as He tastes the bitterness and loss.
His body, already racked with pain, now writhes under the weight of unimaginable
agony of the spirit. All this for one purpose; that of redeeming
our poor wretched souls. What love! What grace!
How can we continue to sin when we know what it cost
our Saviour. May we let this knowledge drive us to deeper and fuller
commitment to the One who loved us so.