It Was Not The Nails
“My God, My God, why have You forsaken Me?”
It was not the nails driven through His hands and feet—it was not the crown of thorns placed upon His brow—it was not the stripes which mangled His back—it was not the languor and faintness under which He suffered—that caused the Lord to die. It was not the mere bodily agony of the cross—it was not the mere pain, though most acute and severe, of the nails driven through His sacred hands and feet. It was not the being stretched upon the cross six hours, that constituted the chief part of the Redeemer’s suffering.
But it was the almost intolerable load of imputed sin — the imputed sins of millions — it was the tremendous pouring of the wrath of God into His holy soul — it was the hiding of His Father’s face, and the very pangs of hell that there caught hold of Him! Our suffering Savior drank the cup of the wrath of God to the very dregs—when our vile, dreadful, and horrible sins were laid upon Him!
“Yet it pleased the Lord to bruise Him; He has put Him to grief: when You shall make His soul an offering for sin.” (Isaiah 53:10)
By J.C. Philpot