The Begotten, Forsaken

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Let us be careful together as we venture into a reflection on the single greatest anguish a human person will ever experience.

Let us not fall prey to what Job's friends fell prey to, treating someone's suffering as an occasion to critique or speculate on said suffering. We are not here to debate theological issues of where Jesus stood as God’s Son when he uttered these words.

We might make as foolish of a mistake as those who said “He’s calling for Elisha.”

By this time some day a little over two millennia ago, our Lord was hanging on the cross. Nature was as despaired as our Savior in deep darkness at the time of noonday.

Let us reflect upon Jesus and give him glory for carrying the extent of our sin upon the cross as the Lamb of God. The Living Word who became flesh expresses and fulfills Scripture even in his deepest anguish.

Psalm 22 CSB

For the choir director: according to “The Deer of the Dawn.” A psalm of David. My God, my God, why have you abandoned me? Why are you so far from my deliverance and from my words of groaning? My God, I cry by day, but you do not answer, by night, yet I have no rest. But you are holy, enthroned on the praises of Israel. Our fathers trusted in you; they trusted, and you rescued them. They cried to you and were set free; they trusted in you and were not disgraced. But I am a worm and not a man, scorned by mankind and despised by people. Everyone who sees me mocks me; they sneer and shake their heads: “He relies on the Lord; let him save him; let the Lord rescue him, since he takes pleasure in him.” It was you who brought me out of the womb, making me secure at my mother’s breast. I was given over to you at birth; you have been my God from my mother’s womb. Don’t be far from me, because distress is near and there’s no one to help. Many bulls surround me; strong ones of Bashan encircle me. They open their mouths against me— lions, mauling and roaring. I am poured out like water, and all my bones are disjointed; my heart is like wax, melting within me. My strength is dried up like baked clay; my tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth. You put me into the dust of death. For dogs have surrounded me; a gang of evildoers has closed in on me; they pierced my hands and my feet. I can count all my bones; people look and stare at me. They divided my garments among themselves, and they cast lots for my clothing. But you, Lord, don’t be far away. My strength, come quickly to help me. Rescue my life from the sword, my only life from the power of these dogs. Save me from the lion’s mouth, from the horns of wild oxen. You answered me! I will proclaim your name to my brothers and sisters; I will praise you in the assembly. You who fear the Lord, praise him! All you descendants of Jacob, honor him! All you descendants of Israel, revere him! For he has not despised or abhorred the torment of the oppressed. He did not hide his face from him but listened when he cried to him for help. I will give praise in the great assembly because of you; I will fulfill my vows before those who fear you. The humble will eat and be satisfied; those who seek the Lord will praise him. May your hearts live forever! All the ends of the earth will remember and turn to the Lord. All the families of the nations will bow down before you, for kingship belongs to the Lord; he rules the nations. All who prosper on earth will eat and bow down; all those who go down to the dust will kneel before him— even the one who cannot preserve his life. Their descendants will serve him; the next generation will be told about the Lord. They will come and declare his righteousness; to a people yet to be born they will declare what he has done.

Psalm 22

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Experience Never Known

In his eternity, Jesus has always known to be with God

In his birth angels sang

In the desert angels served him afterwards

In the garden he drew near to God

In his moment of greatest burden he felt abandoned

Yet, still God was his God. - My God, my God...

Psalm 22:9-

Point 2

Psalm 22:9–11 CSB

It was you who brought me out of the womb, making me secure at my mother’s breast. I was given over to you at birth; you have been my God from my mother’s womb. Don’t be far from me, because distress is near and there’s no one to help.

He cries “Why?” He knows his innocence.

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