Day 36: Forsaken
Dr. Ray PritchardDr. Ray Pritchard is the president of Keep Believing Ministries, in Internet-based ministry serving Christians in 225 countries. He is the author of 29 books, including Stealth Attack, Fire and Rain, Credo, The ABCs of Christmas, The Healing Power of Forgiveness, An Anchor for the Soul and Why Did This Happen to Me? Ray and Marlene, his wife of 43 years, have three sons-Josh, Mark and Nick, three daughters-in-law--Leah, Vanessa, and Sarah, and seven grandchildren. His hobbies include biking, surfing the Internet, and anything related to the Civil War.
- 2009 Apr 06
“My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?” (Mark 15:34).
All eyes focus on the center cross. It is clear the end is near. Jesus is at the point of death. Whatever happened in those three hours of darkness has brought him to death’s door. His strength is nearly gone, the struggle almost over. His chest heaves with every breath, his moans now are only whispers. Instinctively the crowd pushes closer to watch his last moments.
Suddenly he screams. Only four words, but they come out in a guttural roar. “Eloi, Eloi, lama sabachthani?” The words (a mixture of Hebrew and Aramaic) form a question that echoes across Skull Hill and drifts across the road. “My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?”
The story is told that the great Martin Luther was studying this text one day. For hours he sat and stared at the text. He said nothing, he wrote nothing, but silently pondered these words of Jesus. Suddenly he stood up and exclaimed, “God forsaken by God. How can it be?
When he did that, Jesus was alone. Completely forsaken. God-forsaken. Abandoned. Deserted. Disowned.
cry from the cross is for all the lonely people of the world. It is for
the abandoned child . . . the widow. . . the divorcee struggling to
make ends meet . . . the mother standing over the bed of her suffering
daughter . . . the father out of work . . . the parents left alone . .
. the prisoner in his cell . . . the aged who languish in convalescent
homes . . . wives abandoned by their husbands . . . singles who
celebrate their birthdays alone.
This is the word from the cross for you. No one has ever been as alone as Jesus was. You will never be forsaken as he was. No cry of your pain can exceed the cry of his pain when God turned his back and looked the other way.
—He was forsaken that you might never be forsaken.
—He was abandoned that you might never be abandoned.
—He was deserted that you might never be deserted.
—He was forgotten that you might never be forgotten.
Those who trust him will never be disappointed, in this life or in the life to come.
Amazing love! How can it be, That Thou, my God, shouldst die for me? Amen.