“My God, my God, why have You forsaken me?” (Psalm 22:1; Matthew 27:46; Mark 15:34).
Only recently have I prayed to God about the cross, that it, being the central feature of the Christian faith, would become more clear to me as to its meaning. In these words I have my answer.
Having read of the horrors of Roman crucifixion, one is aghast at what the Son of God suffered. It brings tears to the eyes, heaviness to the heart, and a stillness to the soul when hearing of the slow, painful process of death upon a cross. I suppose I could find the detailed explanation and post it here, but I will not, because what is heard in these words, among the last our Savior uttered, is key to understanding the real suffering of our Savior.
Others underwent the same punishment, you see. In fact, on that very day there were two others, both deserving. Both experienced, far as I know, the same agony as did Jesus. We know, however, that for these it was warranted; they were guilty of their crimes, and under Roman law this was the outcome.
Yet our Lord was innocent. No crime did He commit; not one sin was He guilty of.
We heard Jesus say such things as, “Before Abraham was, I am.” And, “Now, Father, glorify Me together with Yourself, with the glory which I had with You before the world was.” We read the apostle John, who wrote, “In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the word was God. And Paul, writing in Philippians 2,
“Have this attitude in yourselves which was also in Christ Jesus, who, although He existed in the form of God, did not regard equality with God a thing to be grasped, but emptied Himself, taking the form of a bond-servant, and being made in the likeness of men” (5-7).
What I mean to say is that Jesus was no ordinary man; no, He was the Son of God, even God Himself. He existed before the world was, and entered the world in the form of man just like me. “The Word became flesh and dwelt among us.”
So it was He who was hung upon the tree, being nailed to the cross. And yes, the suffering He suffered was of the kind that few human beings have ever been subject to. But the worst was yet to come.
Pastor Keith Moore said something to the effect that what Christ suffered physically was a picnic compared to what He suffered spiritually.
You see, to fully pay the penalty for our sin Jesus had to undergo precisely what you and I would have to suffer, and that is being banished from God forever. And whereas it was impossible for Jesus to be separated from His Father forever, He was cut off from Him upon the cross. Hence the cry, “My God, My God, why have You forsaken Me?”
I do not think for a moment that Jesus was here simply quoting Scripture so as to fulfill it. I don’t think this was a mumbled utterance, or merely a whisper. No, but a loud cry, close to a scream, with every cell in His battered body contributing their last burst of energy. Indeed, the Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the one whom Jesus only did what He saw Him doing, and only said what He heard Him saying; the one with whom Jesus was in constant fellowship–and had been from all eternity, the Father forsook Jesus, turning away His face from Him, rejecting Him. He had become sin, and sin is a loathsome thing to God; the two, God and sin, cannot coexist.
I do not know if Jesus knew this was coming. He knew the cross was before Him; He knew what He had come to do; and He knew what was on the other side of it. It was for the joy set before Him that He endured the cross, and despised its shame. But the Father forsaking Him?
I would think Jesus knew it was coming. He prayed that if it were possible, He would take the cup away from Him. “But not as I will, but as You will, O God.” Yet He has never been without the absolute closeness of fellowship with the Father. “I and the Father are One.”
There have been a few times when, perhaps it was an attack of the devil, or a brief lapse of faith, I have felt, albeit momentarily, separated from God. Though not true, for maybe a split second I felt it. Such a feeling is unbearable. It is the most horrific feeling that could ever be felt. Even the thought I cannot bear to think.
And I recall how awful it was to be without God before Jesus came into my life. That too was pure agony; I was a dead man and I knew it. The future for me was hell apart from God.
Even if Jesus knew it was coming, that it was the ultimate price He had to pay, and even if it was to be only momentary, still, in all time and eternity there was not a more painful price to pay than for Him to be separated from the Father.
Paul, who loved his countrymen the Jews so much the more than we do ours, wrote, “For I could wish that I myself were accursed, separated from Christ for the sake of my brethren, my kinsmen according to the flesh.” He was saying what was the heart of Jesus as He went toward the unthinkable. Jesus became accursed. And this for love.
It is written that, “For one will hardly die for a righteous man; though perhaps for the good man someone would dare even to die. But God demonstrates His own love toward us, in that while we were yet sinners, Christ died for us” (Romans 5:7-8). And this, the death of the cross.
In what I am saying I do not in any way diminish the physical suffering Jesus endured. But what I am after is understanding what He ultimately faced there hung upon the cross. There, the Father poured out upon Him the full measure of the wrath designed for us; there, the Son of God was, like all those who do not know God will be, separated from the Father. This, I think, is the epitome of the work. “It is finished,” He said. “Perfectly perfect.” “Not only have I suffered the fate of all men, death, but the destiny of all who were doomed to eternity apart from God. I have done this because I had to suffer the full measure of what they would suffer. I had to experience being separated from the Father in order to pay the full penalty of sin for all mankind.”
“Of course, it was impossible for death to hold me; it pleased the Father to crush Me, putting Me to grief. As the result of the anguish My soul He saw it and was satisfied; I never stopped trusting Him. Into hell I descended, like all men would, and even there I declared His faithfulness to the spirits in prison. Even there I stole the keys of death and hell from My adversary. And then He snatched Me up; He reunited Me with Himself. I came back into My body which was instantly changed. The stone was rolled away and I came out, eager to see My brethren again.
“So it is My friend, I suffered the fate due you. You, apart from me, would have been forever forsaken by God; but no more. I was, for you. Imagine, God separated from God! You can’t. But that I was, that I was. And it was for you, it was for all men.”
I finish for today, feeling as though I have more or less intellectually surveyed the meaning of the Psalmist’s words, uttered by Jesus upon the cross. Maybe, just maybe, I have touched upon it in my soul, in the depths of my heart, in my innermost being. May it go from my head to my heart; may it sink down deep into my spirit. May what Christ suffered for me become the be-all and end-all of everything I know and am. Just as it is written,
“For I determined to know nothing among you except Jesus Christ, and Him crucified” (1 Corinthians 2:2).