Jesus, tortured and weak from loss of blood, carried his cross to Golgotha. He persevered to the destination where he took upon himself all our sins, shortcomings, and character defects. Each nail driven into his hands and feet, every insult yelled, and each gob of spit was ours. The soldiers threw dice for his garment. The first words of reverence spoken to Jesus since being taken prisoner was by a criminal next to him. His seed of faith knew Jesus had done nothing wrong, and his request to be remembered was honored.
Jesus cried out to his Father in anguish as he was forsaken. The light of the Son died, as the light of the sun darkened. God, being perfect and just, couldn’t look at his Son because our sin was on him. In death, he was separated from his Father: the spiritual desolation of the darkness and silence more agonizing than the physical torture.
Joseph, Nicodemus, and others took Jesus’ body and laid it in a tomb, sealed and guarded by Roman soldiers. The Pharisees thought the problem of Jesus was taken care of.
Lord, thanks for honoring your Father. I’m so grateful for your great love—to accept agonizing torture and die so that I might live. I’m humbled you endured separation from your Father for me. Amen
The men in charge of Jesus began poking fun at him, slapping him around. They put a blindfold on him and taunted, “Who hit you that time?” They were having a grand time with him. When it was morning, the religious leaders of the people and the high priests and scholars all got together and brought him before their High Council. They said, “Are you the Messiah?” He answered, “If I said yes, you wouldn’t believe me. If I asked what you meant by your question, you wouldn’t answer me. So here’s what I have to say: From here on the Son of Man takes his place at God’s right hand, the place of power.” They all said, “So you admit your claim to be the Son of God?” “You’re the ones who keep saying it,” he said. But they had made up their minds, “Why do we need any more evidence? We’ve all heard him as good as say it himself.” Luke 22:63-71