I have a difficult time thinking about Good Friday…
"And at the ninth hour Jesus cried out with a loud voice, saying, "Eloi, Eloi, lama sabachthani?" which is translated, "My God, My God, why have You forsaken Me?"
Mark 15:34
What wrecks my heart most is not only the physical torture King Jesus suffered – though clearly the Scriptures tell us He was beaten and scourged beyond human recognition – certainly to the very brink of death before being impaled upon the cross. No, this isn't what weakens my heart. It is His yearning in the verse above.
This is the part that pierces me. I don't fully grasp the very rending apart of the Godhead: Father, Son, and Holy Spirit, torn in two. Jesus, bearing my guilt, shame, and sin – the Holy Father having to turn away and forsake this Beloved Son because of this. I can't comprehend this kind of love. Pure love. Unrelenting love. Eternal love ripped in shreds. For me. For You.
My heart now cries out, Thank You!