My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?
Why are you so far from saving me,
so far from my cries of anguish?
My God, I cry out by day, but you do not answer,
by night, but I find no rest.
Yet you are enthroned as the Holy One;
you are the one Israel praises.
In you our ancestors put their trust;
they trusted and you delivered them.
To you they cried out and were saved;
in you they trusted and were not put to shame.
Oh, my dear friends!
We have come to the Words that speak as directly as any in Scripture of the impending sacrifice of the Son of God upon the cross of our shame.
Holy, holy, holy Lord, God of power and might! Heaven and earth are filled with Your glory!
As we go through this Psalm, watch how desperation continues to give way to praise, how the reality of intense pain and abandonment are swallowed up in worship and even gratitude!
I’ll say no more for this morning.
I’m going right now to find a quiet place and to pray for those who need to know this glorious salvation, this deliverance from doubt and grief. Join me there, dear ones, and we will pray together that revival will come to our families, and so will our nation be revived!
Carl Bloch, Cristos en la Cruz, 1870, death of the artist, public domain
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