Some days are remembered for their darkness. September 11, 2001, is one of them. We remember where we were when we heard the news. We remember the airplanes, the smoke, the falling towers, and the terrible realization that thousands of lives were being lost. But while America watched tragedy unfold, one life was quietly being …
Most of us have heard the cry before. “My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me?” Those words are often spoken softly in sanctuaries, or read slowly beside a hospital bed, as though they belong only to moments of grief. But when Jesus spoke them from the cross, He was doing more than expressing …
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There is a study often shared from the work of Robert Cleck that reveals something simple, yet searching. Participants were told a scar had been placed on their face. They looked in a mirror and saw it. A long mark, stretching from ear to mouth. Noticeable. Uncomfortable. Then, just before they met other people, the …
The sky went dark at midday. Not evening. Noon. The light slipped away, and an unnatural shadow settled over the hill. The crowd grew quiet. Something was happening no one could explain. And then it came. “My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me?” It does not sound like peace. It sounds like rupture. …
Continue reading The Cry of the Cross: Why Jesus Said “My God” Instead of “Father”
