It was the darkest day in history.
The Divine made a sacrifice so deep it changed history.
God in human form took the place of humanity
For a few days, it seemed evil had finally won.
Death had prevailed, and man was completely cut off from the Father’s love.
Yet redemption was around the corner.
As Jesus hung on the cross, He was utterly alone.
Judas had betrayed him.
Peter had denied him.
The Soldier mocked and divided his clothes.
The crowds laughed at him.
Meanwhile, one of the people who remained at the cross was Mary.
She was no longer the youthful virgin.
She had seen a lot since she had accepted to be a mother to Jesus.
She was now a widow.
Her beloved Joseph, who had been with her those early days, was no more with her.
Now she watched as her special son hung dying on the tree.
Mary wept.
Her world was coming undone right before her eyes.
How could this be?
The Child Promised by an Angel
And who was welcomed by the Maggi and the shepherds long ago in Bethlehem.
He now hung on a tree.
The child who the Angel had told would save his people from sin.
But as she wept
She remembered what Simon, the older man in the temple, had told her when Jesus was a tiny babe.
He had said, “A sword will pierce your soul.”
Never in her wildest imagination could she imagine that the journey that started almost 34 years ago would culminate in this disgraceful and painful manner.
Here was her precious son, who had turned water into wine at a wedding ceremony three years earlier.
He had fed thousands with Five loaves and two fish multiplied.
He had walked on water.
He had calmed the storm.
He had Healed the sick.
He had delivered people from demonic oppression and raised the dead.
Yet here he hung between criminals.
Dear God, why is my innocent son being treated like this?
You gave us the name Jesus because he will save his people from sin.
How will he do that when they crucify him to the tree?
Meanwhile, as the hours passed, Jesus grew weaker in body and spirit.
The weight of the world was all on him.
Yet he cursed not.
Instead, he blessed his mother, Mary, by giving her into the care of John, the beloved disciple.
As Jesus hung dying on the cross.
He longed to have God the Father’s comfort.
But at that very moment, he was a reproach.
Unclean and stained not by his sins but by the sins of the children of Adam and Eve.
When they had eaten of the fruit of the tree of the knowledge of good and evil in the garden of Eden aeons ago
Now the promised Son of Eve was finally ready to reclaim what was lost in the garden.
Finally, the hour of the sacrifice had come.
So he cried, My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?
He had never been without the Father, and this was the most painful part of the sacrifice.
And again, he cried out, I am thirsty.
Then after he received the drink, he said, “It is finished.”
Then He bowed down his head and gave up his spirit.
At that moment, the earth trembled.
The temple curtains tore into two.
Tombs were opened.
All because, as the Centurion at the Cross testified, “Surely he was the Son of God.”
As even Nature bore witness to the greatest act of love, the Son of God died for humanity.
For they, too, had bore the brunt of the fall.
It was God who made the heavens and the earth that orchestrated this sacrifice.
He had spoken things into existence and made the world, and it was good.
Now He had done the unimaginable.
He had come in the form of Man and shown the deepest love by dying for Man he created so that they would be reconciled to himself.
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