Thursday, April 1, 2010
I Never Really Got This Before
I've often been moved by the reality that when Jesus took on the sins of the world, He experienced all the consequences of our nasty rebellion as well. But what hit me today was that the greatest fallout from sin is the severing of our souls from the Source of our being, the tearing asunder of who we are from the only One who really knows, the God who made us for His pleasure.
This is the pathos that festers like an open sore within the human psyche and echoes endlessly in the black hole of existence without our Maker. In lonely glances and lustful intents, in vacant stares and hollow hopes, in bitter grief and tortuous sleep, in the agony of abandonment and the awfulness of abuse, the reminder that we are alone torments every person on planet earth. From this agony there is no escape. We are born into a world of sorrow, separated from the only One who can bring order to the chaos, healing to the brokenness, and meaning to our empty days. Could there be any greater pain?
This, I believe, is what Jesus chose to endure in those final moments of Golgotha's glory. Most people say that when Jesus cried out My God, My God, why have You forsaken Me?, it was because the Father could not look upon the sin that saturated His Son's being, but this explanation falls far too short. The truth is that Jesus could have changed things even then, drawing from His Deity to deliver Him and restore in an instant His Father's embrace. Instead, He chose to take on not only our sin, but this detritus of desperation that has always followed in its wake.
The Cross has confounded me once again. What else can I do but fall on my face and worship?.