When we read about the life of Christ in the scriptures, we are not simply reading about someone who lived on the earth two thousand years ago. Rather, we are reading about someone who is currently living on the earth today.
The same life of Christ we have read about in the scriptures is currently being relived through our very own bodies.
This is both a glorious and brutal reality. This means that not only do we experience His glorious life, we also experience the brutality of His death. This death is not a one time only affair, rather, this death is ongoing. Sometimes it comes in seasons. The degree to which we experience the glory of His resurrected life will be the degree to which we experience the brutality of His death.
I’d like to leave you today with the words of His death. They are brutal words. Today, maybe your spirit is experiencing His death together with Him. If so, these words may bring you comfort. What you are feeling is what He feels. You are not alone…
My God, my God, why have You forsaken me?
Far from my deliverance are the words of my groaning.
O my God, I cry by day, but You do not answer;
And by night, but I have no rest.
Yet You are holy,
O You who are enthroned upon the praises of Israel.
In You our fathers trusted;
They trusted and You delivered them.
To You they cried out and were delivered;
In You they trusted and were not disappointed.
But I am a worm and not a man,
A reproach of men and despised by the people.
All who see me sneer at me;
They separate with the lip, they wag the head, saying (mockingly),
“Commit yourself to the Lord; let Him deliver him;
Let Him rescue him, because He delights in him.”
Yet You are He who brought me forth from the womb;
You made me trust when upon my mother’s breasts.
Upon You I was cast from birth;
You have been my God from my mother’s womb.
Be not far from me, for trouble is near;
For there is none to help.
Many bulls have surrounded me;
Strong bulls of Bashan have encircled me.
They open wide their mouth at me,
As a ravening and a roaring lion.
I am poured out like water,
And all my bones are out of joint;
My heart is like wax;
It is melted within me.
My strength is dried up like a potsherd,
And my tongue cleaves to my jaws;
And You lay me in the dust of death.
For dogs have surrounded me;
A band of evildoers has encompassed me;
They pierced my hands and my feet (and my heart).
I can count all my bones.
They look, they stare at me (with pity & disgust);
They divide my garments among them,
And for my clothing they cast lots.
But You, O Lord, be not far off;
O You my help, hasten to my assistance.
Deliver my soul from the sword,
My only life from the power of the dog.
Save me from the lion’s mouth;
From the horns of the wild oxen You answer me.
I will tell of Your name to my brethren;
In the midst of the assembly I will praise You.
You who fear the Lord, praise Him;
All you descendants of Jacob, glorify Him,
And stand in awe of Him, all you descendants of Israel.
For He has not despised nor abhorred the affliction of the afflicted;
Nor has He hidden His face from him;
But when he cried to Him for help, He heard.
With you in His death,