It is nearly the ninth hour. Can you hear the cry? It comes distantly from a cross, “Eli, Eli, lema sabachthani?”
It is the cry of great agony. For some this Aramaic plea sharply pierces the heart. For others, it brings jabs of insults and hollow jests. For all, it brings the acknowledgement of the severest of pain and that a cruel death is nearing its end.
The plea from the cross is, “Why?” The words resound with innocence, as though the one in torture is being wrongly punished. It is the words of the lonely and the deserted. He has watched his closest friends abandon him, and now his cry is to his Father, “My God, My God, why are you forsaking me?”
The darkness has filled the land for three hours. More mockery takes place from below the cross. Then the one in agony cries again, “It is finished,” and he dies.
It is only then that the questioning cry receives a response from above. The earth begins to quake, rocks shift and burst, and tombs give up their dead. With seemingly no influence, a curtain is torn. Its tear starts from up high… and violently continues until it reveals what has never been seen by the masses.
Why was He forsaken by His Father and God? The symbolic picture of what happened on that day was best demonstrated by our God as He tore down what veiled us from Him. As crowds looked with trembling fear into what was once sacred, a soldier pierced the side of the true Holy of Holies. It was my sin that brought about that cry toward heaven. It was the agonizing death on Christ’s Cross that bid me come into the presence of the Holy.