I am overwhelmed by grief.
At the foot of the cross –
I am broken and ashamed.
I hear my Savior cry out –
“Father, forgive them for they don’t know what they are doing.”Luke 23:34
I think, I could never have betrayed, denied, or murdered my Lord. Then
I remember that because of my sin I was the reason the crowd shouted –
I hear His promise to the thief beside Him –
“I assure you, today you will be with me in paradise.”
I receive the promise of my eternal home and I am given
I am the guilty thief in need of mercy.
I hear Him thinking of others even in His own suffering.
“Jesus said to His mother: “Woman, this is your son”.
Then He said to the disciple: “This is your mother.”
I am humbled by my Savior’s concern for those He loves . . .
ever compassionate, ever caring, ever providing.
I am reminded to follow His example.
I hear Him cry out broken and alone.
‘My God, my God, why have You forsaken Me.”
I am wrenched with sorrow. Jesus, Your Son and my Lord,
suffered agony outside of Your presence so that
I would never have to know a moment away from You.
I am unable to fully comprehend, and thankful I will never have to know.
I hear Him suffer the physical pain of humanity.
I am comforted with the truth that Emmanuel, God with us,
knows my frailty. There is nothing I can experience that is
outside of His ability to understand.
I am thankful, so very thankful.
I hear Him declare His mission’s end.
“It is finished”;
and He bowed His head and handed over the spirit.
I am quiet Father. It’s hard to breathe. All around me I hear the quiet
sobs of those who love Him. I listen. Tears run down my cheeks.
I am sorry. I am so very sorry.
I hear Him surrender Himself to You, Father. His mission complete.
The perfect sacrifice fulfilled.
Jesus cried out in a loud voice,
“Father, into your hands I commend my spirit”
There is hope at the foot of the cross.
I am strengthened with the truth that no one took His life.
He willingly became the sacrifice for my sin, laying down His life to give me
life, to restore me to You forever and always.
I am surrendered at the foot of the cross . . .
purchased by the blood of the Lamb.
I am loved at the foot of the cross . . .
equipped to love others and to show them Your glory
at the foot of the cross.