Wednesday, November 6, 2013

E'loi, E'loi, la'ma sa-bach'tha-ni?

   By three o'clock in the afternoon, Jesus of Nazareth was dead on a cross in Jerusalem, suspended between heaven and earth, and His body, limp and motionless, was held to the cross by nails in his hands and feet. 
   The hands and feet of Jesus had done so much good for people in his lifetime, and his voice had spoken so many wonderful words; but now, even his voice was silent.
      When the even was come, there came a rich man of Arimathea, named Joseph, who also himself was Jesus' disciple:  He went to Pilate, and begged the body of Jesus.  Then Pilate commanded the body to be delivered.  And when Joseph had taken the body, he wrapped it in a clean linen cloth, And laid it in his own new tomb, which he had hewn out in the rock:  and he rolled a great stone to the door of the sepulcher, and departed.  (Matthew 27: 57-60)
   Joseph of Arimathea was the uncle of Mary, the mother of Jesus, and the great uncle of Christ.  Yet Joseph was a disciple of his great nephew.  Being the elder male member of the family of Jesus, it was Joseph's responsibility to ask Pilate for the body of the Lord, according to Jewish law, and thus Joseph did.
   The body of Jesus was a bloody mess, and the hair of his head was mangled with blood because of the crown of thorns the Romans had pressed into His scalp---causing Him to bleed, even while the Romans were beating him, and then he continued to bleed as the nails pierced his hands and his feet.   
   This is the body of him, whom Pontius Pilate had said just hours earlier,
      Take ye him, and crucify him:  for I find no fault in him.  (John 19:6)
   Jesus was tired, hungry, thirsty, exhausted, bruised, battered, and dehydrated, yet he continued speaking his message to others, not thinking about himself, through all of his pain and agony.
    But finally, his hour came, and he cried with a loud voice, quoting Psalm 22 from the cross: 
      E'loi, E'loi, la'ma sa-bach'tha-ni'?  which is, being interpreted, My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me?  (Mark 15: 34)
   At three o'clock, Jesus of Nazareth was dead in Jerusalem.  He was survived by his mother, his brothers and sisters, and his great uncle.  His disciples, men and women, were also there that day.   
   Then they waited, nervous and anxious, for Jesus to do what he had said he would do, which is arise from death:  which happened exactly three days and three nights later.
   The resurrection of Jesus Christ is the exact moment in time when a change from heaven began in Jerusalem and spread across the face of the earth. This change was produced by the blood of Christ, and the blood of millions of martyrs has paved this message of Christ to people all over the world.
   Therefore, it is good thing to believe in the Lord Jesus Christ!
  

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