Psalm 22

Surely David is amazed by what he wrote the day Psalm 22 was

penned. One writer I know writes that all the words of scripture

were spoken by the Father to the Son and by the Son to the Father

before time!

So, here we are centuries before Jesus goes to the cross, and yet

the cry goes up to the Father--in the present tense. But then, God

dwells outside of time. I picture them standing together where the 

Lamb lies dead before the foundation of the world. While at the 

same time, they watch Jesus as He is being crucified.

The Father has his arm around His Son, 

holding Him fast 

as Jesus watches and speaks:

“My God, My God, WHY have you forsaken Me?

WHY are you, my dearest Papa, so far from seeing

me, even deaf to the words of my anguish? I cry to You

but all I hear is the echo of an empty room. I find no

rest day or night. I am like a worm; not even a man.

I am scorned by men and despised. You, Papa, were

there at my birth and I trusted You back then. You

were my God from that point on.

Oh, God, be not far from me, for trouble is near

AND THERE IS NO ONE TO HELP!”

Ps 22:1,2,6,9,10,11 loose translation by Jane

Papa, as I meditate on this scene I am amazed by the

anguish expressed by my Lord. The whole picture is

beyond my understanding. As the day progresses 

something begins to happen and I think us as your kids. 

Groaning in the agony of circumstances does NOT 

mean I don’t have faith. I can fully express my emotions 

to You without denying my trust in You. How often I have 

stuffed down my emotions fearful of Your displeasure. 

I have the freedom to ask why...