Psalm 22: 14-21
I am poured out like water, and all my bones are our of joint. My heart has turned to wax; it has melted away within me. My strength is dried up like a potsherd, and my tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth; you lay me in the dust of death. Dogs have surrounded me; a band of evil men has encircled me, they have pierced my hands and my feet. I can count all my bones; people stare and gloat over me. They divide my garments among them and cast lots for my clothing. But you, O Lord, be not far off; O my strength, come quickly to help me. Deliver my life from the sword, my precious life from the power of the dogs. Rescue me from the mouth of the lions; save me from the horns of the wild oxen.
Have you considered what Jesus must have felt, being fully human, during the time of his crucifixion? My bible tells me Psalm 22 is a graphic picture of death of crucifixion. The whole world has turned against him. No one came to his defense – not his disciples, his family, and not even God his Father. In order to be the perfect sacrifice for the sins of all generations, Jesus had to die the death that we deserved. Only Jesus knows what it feels like to be totally abandoned.
Father, I’m sorry for the sins that I have committed. Help me never forget the great cost for the saving grace that has been provided for each of us through your son, Jesus Christ. Amen.