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April 15
"My God, my God, why hast Thou forsaken me?" --Psalm 22:1
We here behold the Saviour in the depth of
His sorrows. No other place so well shows the griefs of Christ as Calvary, and
no other moment at Calvary is so full of agony as that in which His cry rends
the air--"My God, my God, why hast Thou forsaken me?" At this moment
physical weakness was united with acute mental torture from the shame and
ignominy through which He had to pass; and to make His grief culminate with
emphasis, He suffered spiritual agony surpassing all expression, resulting from
the departure of His Father's presence. This was the black midnight of His
horror; then it was that He descended the abyss of suffering. No man can enter
into the full meaning of these words. Some of us think at times that we could
cry, "My God, my God, why hast Thou forsaken me?" There are seasons
when the brightness of our Father's smile is eclipsed by clouds and darkness;
but let us remember that God never does really forsake us. It is only a seeming
forsaking with us, but in Christ's case it was a real forsaking. We grieve at a
little withdrawal of our Father's love; but the real turning away of God's face
from His Son, who shall calculate how deep the agony which it caused Him?
In our case, our cry is often dictated by unbelief: in His case, it was
the utterance of a dreadful fact, for God had really turned away from Him for a
season. O thou poor, distressed soul, who once lived in the sunshine of God's
face, but art now in darkness, remember that He has not really forsaken thee.
God in the clouds is as much our God as when He shines forth in all the lustre
of His grace; but since even the thought that He has forsaken us gives us
agony, what must the woe of the Saviour have been when He exclaimed, "My
God, my God, why hast Thou forsaken me?"