“My God, my God, why have you forsaken me? Why are you so far from saving me, from the words of my groaning? O my God, I cry by day, but you do not answer, And by night, but I find no rest.”
“I am poured out like water, and all my bones are out of joint; My heart is like wax; it is melted within my breast; My strength is dried up like a potsherd, and my tongue sticks to my jaws; You lay me in the dust of death. For dogs encompass me; a company of evildoers encircles me; They have pierced my hands and feet—I can count all my bones—They stare and gloat over me; they divide my garments among them, And for my clothing they cast lots.”
-Psalms 22:1-2, 14-18
“He was despised and rejected by men, a man of sorrows and acquainted with grief; and as one from whom men hide their faces he was despised, and we esteemed him not. Surely he has borne our griefs and carried our sorrows; yet we esteemed him stricken, smitten by God, and afflicted. But he was pierced for our transgressions; he was crushed for our iniquities; upon him was the chastisement that brought us peace, and with his wounds we are healed. All we like sheep have gone astray; we have turned—every one—to his own way; and the Lord has laid on him the iniquity of us all. He was oppressed, and he was afflicted, yet he opened not his mouth; like a lamb that is led to the slaughter, and like a sheep that before its shearers is silent, so he opened not his mouth.”
Hey, Mountain Goats.
I wanted to make this short post because I feel there is so much distracting us from Christ right now.
From unemployment and contagious viruses, to political conflict, school, and social tension, we have little room left for thoughts of the crucifixion and resurrection of our God.
But there is truly nothing more important in our daily spiritual walks than to remember the sacrifice of Christ.
Our Savior, Christ, quoted the verses above as He lived out the descriptions we find in Psalms. He lived the most devastating sacrifice because He was separated from the Creator God, His Father.
I don’t believe we can truly understand just how horrible His suffering was, I really don’t. He was “despised and rejected by men, a man of sorrows and acquainted with grief.”
I personally don’t associate the name of Jesus with someone “Well acquainted with grief,” but if anyone was, it was Christ. His separation from God was wholly unnatural.
He paid the penalty for our sins. Have you ever thought about what that really means?
“He was pierced for our transgressions; He was crushed for our iniquities; upon Him was the chastisement that brought us peace, and with His wounds we are healed.”
We are not saved by our own doing. We don’t live a peaceful life because of our own good deeds.
It’s all because of Christ.
In America especially, we live a safe life of faith, and from that, have become blind to the suffering that Christ went through for us.
I hope and pray that with all the excess time we have right now, we all take the time to read the Passover story, listen to the words preached about it, and really study and try to understand the “whys” behind the death of Christ.
The gravity of the gospel is unending, and so I think reflecting on it for the 4 days of Easter weekend is essential for Christians who want to understand their salvation, and their God.
His sacrifice truly is a beautiful act of love from our Father to us.
Christian, Writer, Coffee Addict